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[noarmyatmyback]

*some hours ago, this happened. and then this. and now a strategist in a hilarious eyepatch is waking up in the church, very confused.*

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[onthenightroad]

[man, I sure hope we're alone by now.

sitting at the bedside. more accurately, sitting on the floor and leaning against the bed. very lumpish. has changed clothes, at least!?]

[noarmyatmyback]

...

*fortunately that is the side he can reach with his good hand, so--sliding that down, to touch Abel's shoulder*

[onthenightroad]

[visibly grows more alert but doesn't turn yet, jaw clenched. seems to be looking for words for awhile, then gives up]

Hey.

[noarmyatmyback]

Abel.

Thank you for staying.