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4. Back To You

When they got back it was a little after midnight, and Bethany was struck with indecision. In spite of the fact that she had slept for most of the flight back, she still felt like she could sleep for another twelve hours or so. The thought of getting into a clean bed without having a bath was not the most appealing idea though.

She turned on the water in the large oval-shaped tub and undressed slowly. It seemed like with every item of clothing she took off, Bethany discovered a new bruise. Her thigh was bruised and scraped. She must have caught her ribs on the ridge when she fell because there was a crescent-shaped bruise that followed the curve of her ribcage. Her upper arm was mostly purple-black. Luckily the tank top she was wearing was stretchy. Lifting her arm would have been a new kind of torture.

By the time she was undressed, the tub was full. She took a couple of Tylenol, turned on the whirlpool jets, and got into the deliciously hot water.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Bethany didn't sleep for quite as long as she thought she would. By nine-thirty she was up and moving around tentatively. The ache from the night before seemed to have settled into her bones, making ordinary morning routine feel like hard work. She pulled on sweats and a tank top, but decided she couldn't stand looking at her bruises and ragged cuts that weren't covered by a dressing. She carefully slipped on one of her father's flannel shirts.

She'd barely gotten dressed when she heard a knock on the door. She was surprised to find the professor standing there. He smiled.

�Good morning, Bethany.�

�Morning.� She looked at him curiously. The professor hadn't come to her room since he showed her where it was that first night. Something about that made her nervous. �Do you want to come in?� She asked.

�Yes, thank you.� She stepped aside and he sat down at the table in her small kitchenette.

�I haven't had my coffee yet this morning, would you like some?�

�If it's not too much trouble.� He smiled. Bethany had one of those cup-at-a-time machines. She put the pod in the top and waited for the brewing to finish. She handed him the cup, a spoon, and made sure the sugar and a container of French vanilla creamer was on the table. �You're nervous.�

�Well, you don't usually come to visit me.� She brought her coffee over and sat down across from him.

�I know, but I wanted to make sure we could have a private conversation.� He sipped the hot liquid.

�I screwed up, didn't I?� Bethany sighed.

�What would make you say that?� He asked.

�I don't know, I freaked out on the plane, then again when they tried to treat my arm.�

�All perfectly natural reactions.� He nodded. �In fact, I should have considered your wariness of being treated by strangers before we left. No, you did very well, all things considered. I came because I wanted to go back to a conversation we had when you first came here. I told you this wasn't a prison and that I wouldn't force you to stay. Your control is good enough that you needn't worry about your ability being ruled by your emotions anymore. While I hope you will stay, it's your choice now.�

Bethany smiled a little. She only woke up once on the flight home, and that was when Myers brought HB a meal. Tolerant as he was of her, she knew he liked his space until the worst of his hunger was sated, so she had taken the opportunity to go to the bathroom. When she got back he'd asked if she was leaving. For a minute, Bethany thought he would rather be alone for the rest of the flight, but then he clarified his meaning. His tail twitched as he asked. She answered the professor the same way she'd answered him.

�I haven't even thought about leaving for months, not even the other night.� The professor smiled.

�I'm very glad to hear that.� He took her hand for a minute. �Will you come with me to the medical wing?�

�Ah, sure.� She looked at him curiously and took a deep swallow of her coffee. �Why?�

�For two reasons, really. First, those wounds need to be checked and a course of antibiotics started. Beyond that, I want the doctor you'll be seeing to start traveling with you, if you're comfortable with her that is.� He said. Bethany took another swallow of her coffee.

�Alright. Give me a minute.� Bethany went into the bathroom, she hated going anywhere without brushing her teeth. �So, was Abe annoyed?�

�Not at all. He and I were concerned because Abe is one of the very few people who understands Helboy's unique biology. This time, his injuries were very minor. If you were both in need of treatment, I'm afraid an argument would break out between the two of you.� He smiled a little.

�What argument?� Bethany said. �He'd be first.�

�And he would say the same thing about you.� The professor chuckled. �Knowing how stubborn you both are, I thought it might be wise to make other arrangements.�

*~*~*~*~*~*

Dr. Janet Orman was easily the happiest person associated with the FBI that Bethany had met and she was instantly at ease with the tall, middle-aged woman. The professor stayed while she looked at Bethany's shoulder wound. The professor's eyebrows rose when Bethany took off the flannel shirt. The bruising had gotten worse since he saw it last.

�How long has this dressing been on?� Dr. Orman asked.

�I don't know, since Abe put it on.� She tried to think how many hours that was and found she couldn't come up with a reliable figure. �I'm sorry, I guess I'm still a little tired.�

�It would have to be close to twenty hours now.� The professor supplied. Bethany winced as the tape came off. She looked down at the three lines of stitches and was glad that she hadn't eaten that morning. The slashes were jagged and the edges were beginning to swell and redden. The professor adjusted his glasses, then leaned in for a closer look.

�Is it that bad?� Bethany asked.

�No.� The professor smiled at her reassuringly. �But, being injured by a supernatural creature isn't quite the same as being injured in any other way. I wanted to be certain, nothing else-� He searched for the right word. �developed. This is the only place where the creature broke your skin?�

�Yeah. I have some other bruises, but that's it for claw marks.� Bethany said.

�Good.� He smiled. �I'll leave you two alone now.�

Bethany spent the next two and a half hours with Janet Orman. A good portion of it was spent just talking, about everything from Bethany's PK to her arrival at the BPRD. Part of the time was spent letting Janet examine the rest of Bethany's bruises, including an x-ray of her ribs. They weren't broken, but Bethany knew that. She left with orders to return in four days to make sure the heavy doses of antibiotics she had been put on were working. The stitches themselves probably wouldn't come out for a week to ten days. Until they did, she had been instructed to take it easy. At least until the general ache went away, she didn't think that would be a problem.

�Bethany!� Glen came trotting toward her. He was dressed for running, but it looked as though he hadn't gone yet. �I heard you guys were back, but I didn't expect to see you out and around today.�

�Why not?� Bethany asked.

�Well, I know the pace of getting in and getting out doesn't leave much time to sleep.� He smiled.

�I slept on the plane.� Bethany said. �I don't want to interrupt your run though.�

�You're not, I was just going to get some lunch. Would you like to join me?�

�Thanks Glen, but I'm not really up to going anywhere today.� She smiled a little.

�How about the dining hall?� He shrugged a little. �I mean, sure they make a cup of coffee that'll strip six layers of varnish from a floor, but it's close by and eating there is always an adventure.� Bethany couldn't help but laugh.

�You should write ads.� She smiled, and walked with him. In her first days, she had been informed about the dining hall, and that she was welcome to eat there if she chose, or Davis could bring her meals, or, if she preferred, groceries so that she could cook for herself. Bethany chose the last option. It meant she didn't have to eat alone with a bunch of strangers, and she didn't have to see Davis three times a day.

�Well, maybe I exaggerate just a little bit.� He found them a table near the large windows. Bethany was hungry, but the mushy-looking pasta, dried out meatloaf and tuna casserole they were serving looked singularly unappealing. She built a large salad at the salad bar. Glen opted for the pasta.

�So what's in the bag?� He looked at the white plastic bag Bethany had set on the table.

�Drugs.� She answered in a hushed tone, a little smile playing on her lips.

�A side venture?� He smiled.

�Not unless the street value of antibiotics has skyrocketed in the last few months.� She smirked.

�You're hurt?� He looked concerned.

�Some scratches, some bruises.� She shrugged a little and was rewarded with sharp pain in her shoulder. Bethany kept the grimace off of her face. �Nothing serious.�

�What happened?�

�I got close to something I shouldn't have gotten close to.� Bethany found she had no desire to tell him about it.

�Okay, what does that mean?�

�That means I got hurt, but I'm still walking around and I'll heal.� Her eyes were fixed on his.

�What don't you want to tell me?� He looked suspicious.

�I just don't want to talk about it.� She stabbed at her salad.

�Why not? I know it was probably traumatic-�

�Glen, I appreciate the offer, but I have people to talk to about it. Abe and HB-�

�A fishman and a demon?� He looked shocked.

�That's nice. What do you call me? The blow-hard?� She was getting angry now.

�That's not what I mean.� He sat back and took a breath. �Look, I don't know either one of them like you do, I just want you to know that I'm here if you need another friend.�

�Thanks.� She nodded. �But really, I'm alright. New topic?�

�Anything you like.� He smiled a little, Bethany couldn't resist a little smile back.

*~*~*~*~*~*

�So the professor is going to ask her if she's leaving.� Myers said.

�I know.� Red was stretched out on the sofa, letting the cats reacquaint themselves with him. �I know what she's gonna say, too.�

�You're taking it well.� The agent took clean clothes off the cart.

�Sure I am, 'cause she ain't leavin'.� He scratched the arching, purring felines in turn.

�You asked her?� He looked genuinely surprised.

�Haven't you been telling me all along to 'ask her'? So, I asked.�

*~*~*~*~*~*

Bethany heard the knock somewhere on the edge of her sleep. At first she thought she was dreaming, until she heard it again.

�Come in.� She sat up and groaned. Bethany had never been comfortable sleeping on her back, but at the moment, it was the only position that didn't hurt. She'd taken off the flannel shirt when she lay down on the sofa after lunch. Even the light fabric rubbing against her injured arm seemed like too much. She remembered watching a couple of the afternoon soaps, but she hadn't made it to four o'clock.

�Did you forget-� He stared at her, and for a minute Bethany thought she had taken off more than just her overshirt. Then she realized he was looking at purple-back upper arm. �Damn, Lil Bit.� Red said. His heavy brows were drawn together.

�Oh gosh I'm sorry, I'm really late, aren't I?� Bethany rubbed at her eyes and put her feet on the floor.

�Yeah, but if you don't want to-� He still looked worried. She was glad she had a dressing over the lines of stitches.

�When have I ever missed a movie night?� She smiled a little, and tried not to wince as she got up. She didn't succeed. �What are we watching tonight?� She turned so that the worst of the bruises were hidden from his view, and pulled the shirt back on.

�Chaplin.� He said.

�Sounds good.� She glanced at the clock. �You're getting a meal in ten minutes or so, aren't you?�

�Yeah.� He looked at her curiously. �You learned that schedule faster than Myers did.�

�I just made note of when your stomach growls.� As if on cue, a loud rumble emanated from his midsection. She suppressed a little smile. �I need a few minutes to get myself together. I'll be over in half an hour, or would forty-five minutes be better for you?�

�I swear you make that happen. Half hour's good.� Bethany laughed softly. He turned to leave, then turned back. �You don't lock your door?�

�I live in the middle of a secret government compound surrounded by the FBI. Who's coming in?�

�Humor me.� He tossed over his shoulder. Bethany rolled her eyes, but she locked the door behind him.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Movie night was usually less about the movie and more about the companionship. The same lighthearted atmosphere as always prevailed when she arrived. For a couple of hours they laughed comfortably, then one of his larger cats jumped into her lap. Normally, it wouldn't have bothered Bethany. She usually ended up with one or two of the cats crawling all over her by the end of the evening. This time though, the animal landed directly on her bruised thigh. The pained gasp was out before she could stop it. He picked up the startled feline and set it on the floor again.

�Abe said it was just your shoulder.� He turned to face her.

�That's the only place I was cut. I didn't realize that my ribs and thigh were bruised in the fall until I got back here. Without the shielding-� Bethany pulled the shirt a little closer around herself, with a little shudder.

�How's that work, anyway?� She thought about how to explain it, but she didn't understand the explanation Abe had given her. The trouble was, she didn't have any better words to describe it herself.

�You should ask Abe about the technical part of it, but I can show you.� Bethany moved closer to him and closed her eyes, constructing a bubble around herself. She held out her hand, palm up between them. �Take my hand.�

He reached out his left hand with confidence, his eyes widened when his progress stopped just short of her hand. His fingers explored the outside of the energy membrane. Bethany was surprised that she felt him pressing against the thin wall of energy. On the ridge she'd felt the wind against it, but she hadn't been focused on it at the time. It wasn't quite like a physical sensation on her skin, but it was certainly a sensation of some kind. He looked up at her curiously.

�If you press harder, you can break through. I'm not strong enough for it to be solid.� Bethany said. He pressed harder.

His fingertips moved through the barrier, but it was clearly an effort for him. She kept the shell around herself until his fingertips made contact with hers. She was surprised when he left them there.

�As scared as I was at that moment, it made the shell even stronger.� Her eyes were on his hand. �Not strong enough to save me completely, but pretty close.� His fingertips moved into her palm. His head was bent, watching the touch, just like she was. Bethany caressed his palm. �Course I'll never wear a strapless dress again, but I didn't have much of a chance to do that before, either.� She smiled a little.

�I told 'em somebody besides Davis should go with you.� His fingertips explored her palm.

�I think you're the only one who remembered. I didn't even think about it, I was too out of it. Until I was sitting there and a nurse was trying to start an IV.� This was the longest physical contact they had ever had when both of them were conscious. Bethany tried to imagine sitting that way with Glen, and found it impossible. �Thank you, for wanting to be there.� His hand paused.

�Who-?�

�Abe.� She sensed the change in him. �I shouldn't have said anything-� She moved to take her hand away, but he gripped it lightly. She left it where it was. He turned it so that her hand rested on top of his.

�You have tiny hands.� She knew he was changing the subject. She went with it.

�Maybe you just have really big hands.� She smiled and glanced up at him, surprised how close together they were. The sound of the door opening broke the contact between them immediately. Each retreated to his or her respective end of the sofa, as if they had been doing something naughty.

�Davis is looking for you.� Myers said to Bethany.

�Where do I always go on Wednesday nights?� She was unaccountably annoyed. Davis usually didn't seem to care where she was. The agent certainly picked an odd moment to become concerned.

�Yeah, but it's later than usual.� He said. �I guess with you being hurt, she was wondering if you were okay.�

�I have cuts and bruises, not brain damage.� Bethany sighed and got up. �I'm not going to wander off somewhere.�

�Whatcha doin' tomorrow?� Red asked.

�I don't know, there's not a whole lot I'm allowed to do until the stitches come out. Maybe I'll watch some TV or read or something.�

�Want some company?�

�Always.� She smiled. �Night.�

*~*~*~*~*~*

Even before Myers told him, Hellboy knew about Bethany and Glen Kelleher. His liaison wasn't his only source of information, but he was the only source that seemed happy about sharing it. That alone pissed him off. Scout had kept him connected to the rest of the world after Liz left. Made sure that he ate, goaded him into showering, kept him from doing anything too suicidal on trips into the field. He was grateful for all of that, but in the intervening time Myers seemed to have decided that Red needed a constant protector.

In the beginning, he hadn't noticed so much. The only other people he saw on any kind of regular basis were Father and Abe. He saw the other agents sometimes, but only at briefings or on missions. It wasn't until Bethany showed up that he'd forged any kind of new connection with anyone. That bothered Myers from the beginning, and anyone with eyes could see it. It was almost like dealing with a jealous lover. Hell, maybe the kid felt that way. Maybe, if that was Red's thing, it would've been perfect all the way around. Course that wasn't his thing and Myers didn't seem to get that.

That didn't address the real issue though, and that pissed him off in a whole other way. He knew Glen Kelleher well enough to know he didn't like the guy. Red didn't go to the range much, but when he did Kelleher always managed to treat him like he had some kind of a disease. The few times Red had seen him around female agents, the guy became the perfect charmer. The thought of him oozing that charm all over Bethany had almost been enough to push him into telling her how he felt. Twice. The thought of scaring her off had stopped him. Maybe it wasn't logical, but the words still got stuck in his throat.

He'd almost told Kelleher what he thought of him, more than twice. Course that would be like telling Bethany, only it was even less likely to be well-received. Every time he saw her, he got more frustrated. Every time she mentioned Glen Kelleher she seemed less than excited about going out with the guy. He figured it was her natural shyness. What else could it be?

*~*~*~*~*~*

Bethany walked down the street next to Glen Kelleher and wondered how women walked around all day in heels. They had been back for two weeks, Bethany's stitches were out and she was pretty much healed. The worst of the bruises still looked ugly, but they didn't usually bother her. All of that meant that she had no more reason to put off her evening out with Glen. She did like him, but he seemed to be turning up a lot lately.

Actually, the movie hadn't been bad. She'd worried when he told her that he had a movie all picked out since they'd never talked about what kind of movies either of them liked. It turned out to be a lighthearted comedy with just enough romance to be interesting, but not enough to be embarrassing. The walk to a close-by Italian restaurant sounded nice at first, but the longer they walked the more her feet protested.

Bethany hated dressing up, but she had allowed Davis � who had been downright apologetic and quite bearable since their return from France - to talk her into wearing a knee-length dark green skirt and a cream colored blouse that draped gracefully around her neck. The heels were the only thing that looked right with the outfit. She thought the matching wool blazer she was wearing was going to be enough to counter the evening chill, but she was wrong. By the time they arrived at the restaurant, Bethany was close to shivering and dying to sit down.

They were lead through a quiet, candlelit dining room to a secluded table and given menus. There was warm focaccia waiting, and he poured herbed olive oil into a shallow bowl.

�Everything looks delicious.� Bethany said, scanning the menu for something she didn't know how to make herself.

�This is one of my favorite places.� He leaned closer. �I promise, they're much better than our kitchens.� Bethany laughed.

�I'll take your word for that, but I cook for myself.� She smiled.

�You cook?� He looked surprised.

�Yes. Why is that so shocking?� She laughed softly.

�I guess I never pictured you as being domestic.� He sipped his water.

�I was a maid before. Once the family found out I could cook, I did most of that too. Actually, that was probably the best part of the job.� The waiter returned.

�Have the two of you decided?� He smiled. Before she could speak, Glen did.

�Yes. The lady and I will both have the veal scallopini.�

�Very good Sir-�

�No.� Bethany said. Glen looked angry that she would interrupt, but he covered it quickly. �I'm sorry, but I don't eat veal. I'll have the dinner Caesar salad with calamari.� She said to the waiter.

�Of course.� The waiter smiled.

�Would you like to approve of the wine before I order it?� Glen asked. There was a tightness around his mouth.

�Of course not, I don't know anything about wine.� She smiled sweetly. He selected a white suggested by the waiter.

�You eat squid, but you won't eat veal?� He said once the waiter left.

�That's right. Course if you had told me you were going to order for both of us, I would have let you know that beforehand.� Bethany didn't feel at all apologetic to him.

�Who doesn't eat veal?� She could tell he was more upset about his plan being interrupted than Bethany's dietary preferences.

�Clearly, me.� She sat back and watched him. �But we only ate together once, and then there weren't exactly a vast number of options. Frankly, I'm not sure what you're so upset about.� He brought his emotions under control.

�Because I was attempting to impress you and it went totally off the rails.� He smiled a little. �Calamari, huh?�

�The people I worked for had a lot of parties, and they served calamari as an appetizer a few time.� She smiled back. �Cooking it isn't exactly appetizing, but the finished product is wonderful.� The waiter came back and let Glen sampled the wine. When he gave his approval, the waiter poured a glass for both of them.

�So, what other hidden talents do you have?� He smiled and took some of the bread.

�I don't know really. To me, they're not hidden.� Bethany laughed softly.

�Alright, well here's what I know. I know you're a damn good shot, because I taught you. I know you like to cook, because you just told me. I know you're resourceful, because of how you lived before.� He leaned a little closer. �And I know you look terrific tonight.� Bethany looked away and blushed a little.

�Well thank you.� She smiled a little. His compliments didn't make her heart flutter, but it was nice to hear them anyway.

�You're welcome.� Their meals were brought over and, for awhile, they were silent and enjoying the food.

�Let's see, what else.� She thought for a minute. �I love to garden, I can sew, and knit so I guess I am pretty domestic in that way. My father taught me German, but I think I'm probably very rusty now.� They let a silence grow between them again.

�So you're all healed up from France?� They were most of the way through the meals when Glen spoke again. Bethany's fork paused midair. Slowly she brought it to her lips again.

�I'm fine. Why?� She said simply. In a few short months, Bethany had become quite familiar with the BPRD rumor mill. He could be asking because he heard for something, because he was concerned, or because he wanted to get her to talk about how it happened.

�No reason. I just know that you didn't go running or to the gym for a week.� He shrugged. �That's unusual for you. Must have been kind of serious to keep you away for that long.�

�It wasn't. It just needed time to heal.� She picked up a calamari ring on her fork.

�So, no permanent scars?� He asked. Now it was clear that he was fishing for information.

�I don't know yet, I suppose I'll have to see.� Bethany sipped her wine.

�Bethany, you can't just keep all this to yourself.� He was getting that frustrated look again.

�I haven't been. I told you the day after I got back that I had plenty of people to help me through it.� Bethany's nightmares had begun three nights after they got back. Since then, her mornings with Abe had been less about learning to use her ability and more about coping with the realities of what she could do with it. �That hasn't changed.�

�The smartass has been real helpful, has he?� The sarcasm was evident. Glen took a long swallow of wine. �What'd he do? Tell you a story about how he was swallowed by a demon and spent six days in the thing's intestine before eating his way out?�

�So you've heard that story?� Her eyes held his. �It's VERY inspirational.�

�Bethany-�

�You're entitled to your opinion of HB, or any of my other friends, but you're not going to badger me into agreeing with you. I wouldn't do that to you, it's not your place to do that to me.�

He let the topic drop, but it took until dessert for the tension to ease from the conversation again. In the car, she was able to laugh again but she was starting to wonder if it was always going to be such hard work just to spend time with him. In the lobby, Bethany thanked him for a nice evening, but pretended to miss his hints that he'd like to see her suite. She said goodnight from a distance, too.

She carried her shoes down the corridor, hoping not to disturb anyone. She had never really shaken the cold from earlier and the chilly floor was making her shiver all over again.

�Hey.� Red's deep voice startled her into dropping her key. He was bare-chested and wearing sweats, as he often was when he relaxed.

�How do you manage to be that big and that quiet?� She picked it up.

�I dunno, same way I manage to be so good-looking and so humble at the same time I guess.� She smiled a little. �I scare ya that bad?� He was looking at the tremors going through her body.

�I'm just cold. Did I wake you?�

�Nah, it's not that late. You have fun?� She turned away from him and unlocked the door.

�Sure.� She wasn't facing him when she said it.

�Yeah, I should've known by how you're glowing with joy.� He followed her into the room.

�It's late, I'm just tired.� She turned the lights on, her back was still to him.

�It ain't that late.� That tone told her that he wasn't buying a word of it. Bethany turned to face him.

�You're right. I'm just-� She shook her head. �Cold. I need to change.�

�Go ahead, I'll wait.� He stood there, staring at her.

�Wait?� She looked at him curiously.

�Yeah, we're going to go and have a beer. I woulda brought it with me, but, if I sit on anything in here you'd have to replace it. 'Sides, you don't have an ashtray.� Bethany stood there looking up at him. He had that 'this is what's going to happen, so you'd better get used to it' tone. She'd argued with him when he was in this mood before, but it took a lot more energy than she had at the moment. The idea of being with him was comforting in a way. She sighed.

�Fine.� Unlike his room, her bedroom and sitting area were separate. She closed the door behind herself. When she emerged again, she was wearing gray thermal leggings, a matching top, and a long-sleeved t-shirt that came to the middle of her thighs. Her feet were wrapped in two pairs of wool socks. Red was looking at the only framed photograph she had of her parents together.

�They had just gotten married. The Justice of the Peace's wife took the picture and sent it to them.� Bethany she stood at his elbow and smiled at the picture.

�I didn't mean to-�

�It's okay, if I didn't want people to look at it I wouldn't have put it out. I can dig out the photo album, if you like.� By this time, she was used to looking so far up to look into his eyes.

�Some other time.� He set the picture down and walked toward the door, Bethany followed. �You in it?�

�Yeah, but I was the ugliest baby for four counties.� Bethany laughed a little.

�You had a tail too?� He asked.

�No. Just a purple rash all over my face until I was ten months old. My mother thought I was going to look that way forever.� She smiled a little and sat in her usual end of his couch. He handed her a beer and sat down. Bethany took a sip, more to please him than because she really wanted it. She cleaned off a spot on the coffee table and set it aside. He lit a cigar and sat there silently, his tail twitching.

�What?� Bethany asked.

�You really like him?� He asked. The question sounded like it had been building awhile. Bethany found she didn't know how to answer it.

�He's-� She stopped. �I-� She stopped again. She knew he turned to look at her, but she wasn't looking at him. She gathered her thoughts and was about to speak when an alarm started to sound.

�Ah crap.� She could hear the frustration in his voice.

�What?� She looked over at him.

�They want us.� He got up and she followed suit, in spite of the butterflies in her stomach. He stopped in the doorway. �Do you?�

�I liked the idea of someone liking me that way, because it's never happened before. Him personally, probably not.� She said. There was no time to say any more, although he looked like he wanted to. Whatever it was � if it was anything � it would have to wait.

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