"Hey, hey, hey, Jesus, it's okay," and he's on his feet before he knows it, pure reflex, moving to sit on the bunk after all but not too close, not crowding him. "I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to - it's okay. No. You would. You would know. You wouldn't forget a thing like that, I know you wouldn't. That - that wasn't you," his voice going a little husky at the last. "It's okay, I'm sorry."
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Date: 2018-11-22 08:09 am (UTC)