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Date: 2024-05-16 08:11 am (UTC)Coffee first, though. That seems a small enough thing to allow himself to anticipate. Safe, too.
He hates what he’s doing to her, to them, by the sheer fact of what he’s become. Maybe he should try to contact Natasha; she’d gotten out, she’d assimilated somehow, she must know how it’s done. Maybe she’d at least be willing to tell him how to avoid the land mines he keeps tripping over.