Jean was surprised, to say the least, when he came upon Locke sitting on the roof of the temple grinning with a rapidly blackening eye.
“Locke?” He said, carefully, clambering up awkwardly.
“Motherfucking ow,” Locke said, cheerfully, and laughed again.
“What happened to you?”
“Sabetha punched me.”
Jean stopped. Stared. And
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