"I don't know," he says, taken off guard. He hadn't meant to go anywhere with it, had only meant to call the observation out. "I don't know what to make of any of this," he insists, staring at Joe's hands as they make lunch. "How'd you cope? Being here? I mean, the first time?"
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Date: 2014-05-13 11:26 pm (UTC)