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The manufactured weather at Milliways is still cold enough that the seats by the fire are prime nap locations. Shaun is taking full advantage of this by sprawling across the entire sofa.

He'll move if you poke him hard enough.

[ooc: not in the best headspace right now but wanted to play anyway. Warning for probable slowtime.]

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[got-red.livejournal.com]

He shakes his head.

"Nothing."

[re_mybrains]

Uh-huh. Sure.

"Okay. If you say so."

Weird. That wasn't even particularly crazy, for him.

[got-red.livejournal.com]

"Must be pretty awful out there."

We're speeding back into the Realm of Awkward now.

[re_mybrains]

"It's not great, no."

It's a little terse; mostly it's just tired.

[got-red.livejournal.com]

"If there's anything I can do..."

It's sort of a lame offer and he knows it... but it's well-meant.

[re_mybrains]

"Hey," Tom replies, with an attempt at cheer, "you already are. You're bringing me bullets."

[got-red.livejournal.com]

The attempted cheerfulness is met with a half-mumbled "least I can do."

Tom's not the only one repressing memories.

[re_mybrains]

Having to repress memories sucks.



Aaaaawkard.


"Well, um," says Tom. "How about I go get you one of those bullets."

[got-red.livejournal.com]

Seriously.

"Yeah. Great."