"Right, of course. Later. When I'm alone and can finally have some bloody peace," he said, sounding very tired and exasperated and maybe, possibly, a little bit amused. He shook her loose then, lifting his arms abruptly to break her hold and taking a moment to straighten his wrinkled clothes.
"Are you finished?" he asked, and from anyone else it might've been an 'are you okay?'.
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Date: 2008-12-11 07:51 am (UTC)"Are you finished?" he asked, and from anyone else it might've been an 'are you okay?'.