[Damn. It's been weeks for him. A few months. Two sixths of his soul resurrected, and quite a few others besides. Still - better. Better than he wasn't gone when she might have needed something.]
Just. My room.
I'll come find you.
[He wishes the windows opened in this place. No matter how clean he is, he can still smell it.]
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Just. My room.
I'll come find you.
[He wishes the windows opened in this place. No matter how clean he is, he can still smell it.]