"What the fuck's going on?" Jag asked, glancing back at the door he'd just shut. Then he focused on Val again, getting down on one knee to be on eye level with him. "Did you hurt yourself?" Trying to save me. It didn't matter that he hadn't needed saving; he still felt guilty, and he wished he could make it better somehow.
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Date: 2015-10-30 01:40 pm (UTC)