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[mitanarchist]

Collins walked out of Mimi's apartment, not really intending on going anywhere.

Finding himself in the Inn, he went over to one of the tables and sat down, propping his head up with his hands.

I've got to tell Angel....

I thought we'd have time....

I should know better.

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[aveb_feline]

The thing about dying and coming to the Inn is, it seems to leave the dead person in better health than they were in beforehand.

Mimi was stretching when Collins came in, stronger and more flexible than she's been in a long time.

Upon seeing him, she stops, goes over to his table, and puts her hand on his shoulder.

"You were right not to give up hope."

[mitanarchist]

"Jesus!" He jumps, turning. "Shit." His eyes are burning more.

She might be in better help, but he hasn't had a chance to even cry yet.

[aveb_feline]

"Sorry. I'm sorry."

And Mimi hugs him tightly, warm and solid and reassuringly real.

[mitanarchist]

"Not your fault," he says roughly, hugging her back. "Should've still fuckin' gone to the hospital."

One might get the impression they'd had several intense discussions about that.