[ The surge of affection Poe feels when he sees John’s expression twist over his coffee is almost alarming. God, he missed this man, he missed him so much. ]
Thanks. I feel more, y’know. That. [ He fingers the thin scab that runs behind his ear. ] Uh. I had a question.
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Thanks. I feel more, y’know. That. [ He fingers the thin scab that runs behind his ear. ] Uh. I had a question.