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[pharadyne]

Really? I'll have to die some time and try it out. See how it compares.

[Norton sets the food down so he can brush his fingers through Rawne's hair.]

Will you tell me what happened?

[major_rawne]

Well, I was in Quentin's room, so maybe the food is better there.

[He arches into Norton's touch.]

I picked a fight with the wrong guy. He killed me. That's what happened.

[pharadyne]

What terribly bad luck.

[Norton continues to stroke Rawne's head.]

If you need anything while you're recovering, you will tell me, yes? You don't need to play stoic with me.

[major_rawne]

[Rawne just folds against him, releasing all of his tension.]

Just keep touching me. Please.

[pharadyne]

Of course.

[Norton moves his hand from Rawne's head to his shoulders, over his back, in smooth, soothing strokes.]

[major_rawne]

[Rawne just sighs and wraps himself around Norton as much as he can.]

Dying sucks.