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Castle sits in a darkened corner booth, staring blankly at the back of the booth in front of him, taking the occasional mechanical sip of some vile-looking, heavily alcoholic drink.

Oh yeah. He'll make for some fun conversation.

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He threads his fingers with Lee's. "What did you see that was so horrible?" he asks. It can't have been worse than war.

He shakes his head. "Just...the sick things people do to one another...I couldn't begin to describe some of it. What happened sometimes to little children--to anybody, but when it happened to the children, it was just--"

He sighs. "Trust me. Working in the sex crimes unit takes a special kind of stomach, and I didn't have it."

"That does not sound like a shortcoming that anyone ought to be ashamed of." He strokes Lee's cheek. "I hope you went on to something you were better suited to."

"I'm not ashamed of it." He kisses Gorlim's forehead. "CTU...wasn't much better. But I hope I was better suited to that."

He shrugs, and sips his coffee, still cuddled close against Gorlim. "But anyway. You shouldn't worry about talking to a psychiatrist, brother. They're nothing to be scared of."

He snuggles against his big brother. Whatever Lee says, he'll believe. If he says not to be scared, it'll be all right.

"Thank you," he says with a nuzzle.

He wraps his other arm around Gorlim and just holds him tight. Just for a short while, so long as Gorlim's here, he can forget about the pain of losing Mercutio.

"Love you."

A purr and a kiss on Lee's cheek. "Love you, too, gwador."

He shifts aside in the booth to make himself more comfortable and just relaxes, just lets himself be reassured and comforted by Gorlim's presence, and lets himself forget. He'll remember later, and the distress will return. But for now, he's all right.

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