"Fine," he replies curtly, which is a lie. He hasn't slept well in years, but he cannot find any solace in a place like this. It's too much like the bunkers that Schmidt had kept him in when he had 'earned' his stay. He sets the tea to steeping and draws a chair for himself, sitting perfectly straight though his shoulders slump with mild exhaustion. "You should be asking Raven how she slept. Or where she did."
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Date: 2012-06-12 03:08 am (UTC)