He gropes frantically for the tissues, and finds them tucked thoughtfully on the nightstand.
"--Um. I'm not sure. Half of me is dreading my next meeting with Bahorel because he's going to make up so many stories about what I was doing. The other half of me--"
Mmmh. He blows his nose instead of finishing the sentence. The other half of him is quietly triumphant now that it remembers which one Bahorel is, and Joly, and Lesgle-called-Bossuet.
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He gropes frantically for the tissues, and finds them tucked thoughtfully on the nightstand.
"--Um. I'm not sure. Half of me is dreading my next meeting with Bahorel because he's going to make up so many stories about what I was doing. The other half of me--"
Mmmh. He blows his nose instead of finishing the sentence. The other half of him is quietly triumphant now that it remembers which one Bahorel is, and Joly, and Lesgle-called-Bossuet.
"...who do you think you are?"