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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 walks with his head somewhat bowed, his hand gripping Lee's tightly, quietly wishing there was such a bond.

At least then he could express all he felt for Lee without the confusion of words.