"I can take apart the couches in the waiting room," he said dully. "Put two of them together for a sort of nesting ground." He was still blaming himself for removing his best friend's arm when he didn't need to, but if Jake didn't want him to, he'd at least swallow the guilt and try to forgive himself. It wouldn't work, not long-term, and he knew it, but... It was something.
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Date: 2013-04-25 05:42 am (UTC)