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anewlanguageWell waddaya know. I've got a shower of my own.
[Actually he's been home (or in his cabin anyway) over an hour. He'd returned from his shift, and bam. Shower.
So of course he had to test it out before announcing anything. Maybe it was a trick, after all--but nope.
He's graduated.]
...Thanks, Dean.
[Actually he's been home (or in his cabin anyway) over an hour. He'd returned from his shift, and bam. Shower.
So of course he had to test it out before announcing anything. Maybe it was a trick, after all--but nope.
He's graduated.]
...Thanks, Dean.
[NOT HERE]
Date: 2014-01-14 11:33 am (UTC)And there it is: the thing she hasn't mustered the courage to ask, and she's grateful and anguished in equal parts when Babs asks it for her. She's been trying to resign herself, because this is what happens. Everyone leaves.
She's not been very successful, and the hope that she might not have to is sharper than a shock, deeper than a bone bruise.]