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[Paul, Alex, Scott] "Alex? You okay?"
”No.”
Skating at night was never a smart thing to do. but that didn't stop Alex from trying anyway. After last night with Shinobi, He decided to try a different method of staying awake and not sleeping. He skated up one of the ramps and attempted to a rail grab, but in the dark he mis judged the distance and instead went rolling down the ramp head over heels, his board following afterwards. When he finally stopped, he just lay there on his back, staring up at the stars. This is stupid... and even he wasn't sure if he was talking about the lingering fight or his fall.
Paul wasn't exercising the best judgement himself. He was even shedding some glow, a sure sign he wasn't concentrating as well as usual, as he came in from his flight. Skimming low above the trees, he heard a clatter and thump and his nearly-healed vision picked out a figure sprawled on the ground. He dropped out of the darkness to land beside the young man and saw at closer range that it was Alex Summers lying there.
"Alex? You okay?"
Alex blinked in the dark before he could figure out who was standing over him. Of course, first he blurted out, "No" before he even figured out it was Xavier's newest teacher. "Sorry if I disturbed your flying..."
"I was just coming in, actually." Paul came over and crouched down near Alex. He was shirtless, having pulled it off some time ago to wipe his face and then he'd tucked it into the waistband of his running shorts. He pulled it free and used it again to mop sweat off the back of his neck. "Not okay in what way?"
"My life is fucked up. I have nightmares everynight, my girlfriend, sorry ex-girlfriend, can't stand to be around me and I can't seem to do anything to fix it because I'm a fucking coward." He was tired, really tired, considering the very little amount of sleep he'd gotten since Thursday and that made him overly blunt. His gaze was still straight ahead of him, up at the sky. "Not to mention I can't land a simple trick, even in the dark."
"Sounds like good reasons not to be okay." Paul sat down a little way away, arms locked loosely around his knees and studied Alex's profile. He had a lot of his brother in him; self-flagellation was apparently hereditary. "Nightmares, eh?" Now that, Paul knew about. He wasn't surprised, given what Alex had been through. He didn't know all the details, but he was caught up on the last two years of team reports now and the retrieval of Alex, while not official X-Men business, had been noted. "That would be why you're out here trying to land tricks in the dark?" He weighed bringing this to Scott. He'd see how this went.
Alex nodded, though his gaze didn't waver. Some distance part of his mind was convincing him this was just a dream and maybe if he just let it all out, everything would be fine. he was trying hard not to listen to it, but it was shouting. "No sleep means no nightmares right?"
"In theory, yes. They just come in while you're awake after a while," Paul said practically, retying one shoelace that had come loose. "You start hallucinating after a few days. Better to do what you can about getting sleep, even if it means sleeping in the day or something."
Reliving his nightmares during the day...the thought was enough to make Alex shudder so violently that he sat up, hugging his arms around his knees, which he drew up to his chest. "Then I guess it's a lost cause...I'm gonna keep having them sleep or no..." He hid his head in his arms. "This sucks."
"Whatever it is, I won't argue with you there." Paul rested his chin on one knee, watching Alex carefully. "What are they about?"
He lifted his head and gave Paul a lost look. Alex perfectly well remembered his conversation wtih Shinobi last night. He needed to tell someone, he was too tired. Too tired of hiding and too tired of avoiding the subject and just too damn tired in general. "Well that depends...have you heard about an event earlier this year, where I was rescued from the Black Queen?"
Paul nodded. "I'm up on my reading and familiar with the major players, yes."
One hands released it's grip and began playing with his shoes, his eyes averted to avoid Paul's gaze. "I was there, beause she drained my powers to resture her own...a mutant vampire as it were...she made me believe that it was all I was good for."
Paul ran his fingers through his hair and decided to watch the wind play with the trees instead of Alex for a little while. "Do you still believe it? Or is that what the nightmares are about?" Why had no one gone over this with Alex? Had they? He was going to find out before he got angry about it, he decided. Then he could get angry. That was the mature plan.
"No of course I don't believe it anymore...that's not what I have nightmares about..." he took a deep breath, remembering along time ago when he had to first explain it to Shiro. "Have you ever heard the tales of vampires and well...thier foreplay so to speak? before they drain their victims?" He hoped that would explain it, he was so afirad of breaking down if he actually had to say the word.
He wasn't stupid. Given the tremor in Alex's voice and the hunch of his shoulders, Paul could tell already what was coming. But he wasn't exactly merciful about these things sometimes, not when it felt important not to yield. "I've studied a lot of things, they blur together sometimes. It's hard to tell the myth from the fact with vampires anyway," he said quietly.
Alex closed his eyes, unable to keep his voice and body from shaking. "She...she raped me. Everytime she drained me...Sometimes she was gentle, but other times..." He broke down, shaking and tears flowing, he was so tired. "I was so ashamed...I couldn't tell anyone...was afraid of what they would think..."
Paul leaned forward, not quite reaching out but shifting a little closer. "Not telling anyone is part of it," he said quietly, his voice even. "It's hard to do, impossible sometimes. It's okay. Telling now is good." Being ready for it let him keep composed and steady. "Telling me won't change what I think of you in any bad way."
"Really?" He looked up, the lost look still in his eyes. "It didn't happen like that when I told Lorna... I didn't want to tell her, afraid about what she would think...afraid she would turn away from me." Alex looked down. "I was right...it's exactly what happened."
"Alex," Paul said softly. "What happened to you, it happened /to/ you. You had nothing to do with it. How could anyone think less of you for it? The /creature/," and he said it like a curse, "who did that to you was evil. You're blameless in all of it."
"I just...I feel tainted somehow..." Alex fidgeted where he sat. "Like she took something from me and I haven't been complete since. Lorna was right when she said that our relationship could never work, because its me, Lorna and Her." He spat the pronoun, then he gave Paul another helpless look. "And now that I've lost Lorna too...I feel even more incomplete."
"You'll get over the feeling tainted," Paul said, sounding very certain. "The less ashamed you are, the easier it will get. Not perfect, but better. And Lorna's wrong." He shook his head angrily. "That was unfair of her, and cruel. Even if the Black Queen haunts your dreams and even if you feel her touch, she's in your past, Alex. She happened to you and now you have the consequences, but she is not here. If Lorna feels like there's someone else in the room with the two of you, then that's her problem, not yours. You're there. You and your pain and no one else. It's not uncommon that she might feel that way, but it's not the truth and it's not your fault that she feels that way."
Alex blinked both back tears and in surprise. There was silence for a very long time as Alex thought all this over. It was a lot for his tired, emotional state...It wasn't his fault...None of this was his fault. You're there. You and your pain and no one else. It's not uncommon that she might feel that way, but it's not the truth and it's not your fault That part just kept ringing in his head. As a surprise to him, Alex began to cry again, but this time...he was more relieved then anything else.
Paul reached out and paused with his hand an inch from Alex's shoulder. Someone needed to comfort Alex, he was so obviously brokenhearted and tired, but Paul didn't want to invade the little shell of personal space around him if it would be upsetting. "Can I touch you?" he asked, and waited for an answer.
Instead of answering his question, Alex moved the distance between them and leaned against Paul, needing any bit of comfort he could get.
Paul wrapped his arms around Alex, pulling him close, and rocked him a little. "It's okay," he murmured. "It gets better. It does."
Alex was thankful for the touch, he hadn't realized how much he needed it. How much he needed this entire night. He sniffed a bit then looked up at Paul. "Thank you..."
"Any time," Paul said, giving Alex a little smile. "I mean that. I'm not a therapist and I can't fix this, but I understand. Someday, you should tell Dr Samson, or a therapist you trust. You should tell anyone you think you need to tell. If you need someone to listen, whenever, I can listen. It does get better." He brushed Alex's bangs back gently. "And you will sleep and you will have good dreams."
"I don't think it's totally fixable but it's a start..." He shivered gently when Paul brushed back his hair, because it was comforting. Alex sighed gently. "I guess I should tell Scott...he needs to know...And umm..." He looked down a moment. "I know I have no right to ask a favor of you right now...but would you talk to Lorna? Please? I...I'm afraid she won't listen if I tried..."
"Telling Scott is a really good idea, Alex. I can promise you he'll want to listen, he will." Paul took a deep breath and considered the latter half of Alex's statement, the request. He'd been keeping a tight lid on the outrage he'd felt at hearing what Lorna had told Alex, and he had to think long and hard about whether or not he could keep his temper. Maybe he was over-estimating himself, but he thought he could hold on long enough to get through a conversation. Besides, there weren't many other people who might be able to speak for Alex with any accuracy. "Yes," he said finally. "Is there anything in particular you need me to try and help her hear aside from what I told you?"
Alex thought about that a moment then shook his head. "No...I don't think so. I just...want her to understand why it was so hard, why I couldn't tell her. And it wasn't because I didn't trust her...It was beacuse I loved her." He blushed when the meaning behind what he said hit him and he took a deep breath before looking back up at Paul. "Thank you...."
Paul nodded, his expression rather old and sad, but he smiled anyway. "You're welcome. I meant it when I said any time. I can understand why you didn't tell her. I'll try and help her to understand too."
Alex opened his mouth to thank him again but realized it would sound redundent and smiled bashfully, before a yawn cut off anything he was going to say anyway.
"Why don't I take you to see Scott?" Paul suggested. "You don't have to talk to him tonight, but maybe you'd feel better knowing he was looking out for you while you slept."
Alex nodded. Suddenly, he felt the urge to be near his brother. "I... I like that idea. A lot actually."
"I thought you might." Paul got to his feet and held out his hand to Alex. "Come on, I'll walk you there and see you settled in."
Alex gladly took the offered hand and stood up, picking up his fallen skateboard with the other. He dropped Paul's hand when he was up, but stayed really close to him, feeling suddenly five and didn't want to be far from the older man. "You think Scott's asleep though?"
Paul pulled on his t-shirt and put his arm around Alex's shoulders; an easy, friendly gesture. "I know Scott and he'd want us to wake him up." He started walking them toward the house. "I have a sister and if she needed me, I'd want her to wake me up too. Promise."
Unconsiously, Alex leaned into the touch. It was comforting and he needed every bit of comfort he could get. "Alright then..."
Paul guided Alex, who was stumbling with tiredness - it was a mercy he hadn't broken his neck on his skateboard - to Scott's new suite and knocked on the door, very firmly. Then he tried the doorknob, knowing it was probably unlocked, and let them in. "Scott," he called. "Alex needs you."
Alex followed behind Paul, half asleep already. he hadn't realized how tired he really was. "Scott?" He called out, much more timidly then Paul.
Scott, emptying dishes into the new cupboards - he hadn't made much chance to unpack yet - had heard Paul's knock and was halfway out of the kitchenette by the time Paul and a very exhausted-looking Alex walked in.
"Alex?" he said worriedly, his attention all on his little brother when he registered the look in Alex's eyes. "Hey," he said, reaching out tentatively as he came forward.
Alex dropped his skateboard by the door and gladly moved into his brother's arms, hugging him and burying his face into Scott's shoulder.
What the hell? Alex was shaking, and Scott frowned, even as he wrapped his arms around him tightly. "It's okay," he murmured, his voice catching a little. "I've got you..."
Paul watched them, feeling his chest unknot a few twists, then he met Scott's eyes. "I found him out skateboarding in the dark. He needs to sleep, badly. And he wants to talk to you too," he explained. "I'm going to talk to Lorna when I can and Alex, you can call me any time, okay?" He reached out and squeezed Alex's shoulder gently. "As for you," he turned his attention back to Scott. "Talk tomorrow? One of us will need to, I'm sure."
Lorna? What the... "Thanks, Paul," Scott said, his voice subdued. "Anytime tomorrow. Just knock on my door." He turned his attention back to Alex, who was still clinging. "You going to come over and sit down?" he asked softly. "My couch is just as comfortable as it ever was.
Alex nodded and followed Scott over to the couch and gladly sat down. His eyes threatened to droop but he did wave a bit at Paul. "Thanks again...for everything..." Then Alex promptly layed down, with his head in Scott's lap.
Paul closed the door behind him quietly and took a deep breath. Lorna. Tomorrow. He had to hit a few things before then to make sure he’d be good and calm.
Flying in from working off some of his frustration, Paul hears Alex take a fall from his skateboard ramp and stops to check on him. When the answer to the obvious question is a very definite ‘no’, he takes the time to see what’s wrong and ends up hearing everything. He helps Alex unravel a few of his knots and agrees to talk to Lorna. Then he takes Alex to Scott, where he really needs to be, and leaves Scott to take care of his little brother. [Set at 11:30pm but posted now so I can go to bed whenever. :)]
Skating at night was never a smart thing to do. but that didn't stop Alex from trying anyway. After last night with Shinobi, He decided to try a different method of staying awake and not sleeping. He skated up one of the ramps and attempted to a rail grab, but in the dark he mis judged the distance and instead went rolling down the ramp head over heels, his board following afterwards. When he finally stopped, he just lay there on his back, staring up at the stars. This is stupid... and even he wasn't sure if he was talking about the lingering fight or his fall.
Paul wasn't exercising the best judgement himself. He was even shedding some glow, a sure sign he wasn't concentrating as well as usual, as he came in from his flight. Skimming low above the trees, he heard a clatter and thump and his nearly-healed vision picked out a figure sprawled on the ground. He dropped out of the darkness to land beside the young man and saw at closer range that it was Alex Summers lying there.
"Alex? You okay?"
Alex blinked in the dark before he could figure out who was standing over him. Of course, first he blurted out, "No" before he even figured out it was Xavier's newest teacher. "Sorry if I disturbed your flying..."
"I was just coming in, actually." Paul came over and crouched down near Alex. He was shirtless, having pulled it off some time ago to wipe his face and then he'd tucked it into the waistband of his running shorts. He pulled it free and used it again to mop sweat off the back of his neck. "Not okay in what way?"
"My life is fucked up. I have nightmares everynight, my girlfriend, sorry ex-girlfriend, can't stand to be around me and I can't seem to do anything to fix it because I'm a fucking coward." He was tired, really tired, considering the very little amount of sleep he'd gotten since Thursday and that made him overly blunt. His gaze was still straight ahead of him, up at the sky. "Not to mention I can't land a simple trick, even in the dark."
"Sounds like good reasons not to be okay." Paul sat down a little way away, arms locked loosely around his knees and studied Alex's profile. He had a lot of his brother in him; self-flagellation was apparently hereditary. "Nightmares, eh?" Now that, Paul knew about. He wasn't surprised, given what Alex had been through. He didn't know all the details, but he was caught up on the last two years of team reports now and the retrieval of Alex, while not official X-Men business, had been noted. "That would be why you're out here trying to land tricks in the dark?" He weighed bringing this to Scott. He'd see how this went.
Alex nodded, though his gaze didn't waver. Some distance part of his mind was convincing him this was just a dream and maybe if he just let it all out, everything would be fine. he was trying hard not to listen to it, but it was shouting. "No sleep means no nightmares right?"
"In theory, yes. They just come in while you're awake after a while," Paul said practically, retying one shoelace that had come loose. "You start hallucinating after a few days. Better to do what you can about getting sleep, even if it means sleeping in the day or something."
Reliving his nightmares during the day...the thought was enough to make Alex shudder so violently that he sat up, hugging his arms around his knees, which he drew up to his chest. "Then I guess it's a lost cause...I'm gonna keep having them sleep or no..." He hid his head in his arms. "This sucks."
"Whatever it is, I won't argue with you there." Paul rested his chin on one knee, watching Alex carefully. "What are they about?"
He lifted his head and gave Paul a lost look. Alex perfectly well remembered his conversation wtih Shinobi last night. He needed to tell someone, he was too tired. Too tired of hiding and too tired of avoiding the subject and just too damn tired in general. "Well that depends...have you heard about an event earlier this year, where I was rescued from the Black Queen?"
Paul nodded. "I'm up on my reading and familiar with the major players, yes."
One hands released it's grip and began playing with his shoes, his eyes averted to avoid Paul's gaze. "I was there, beause she drained my powers to resture her own...a mutant vampire as it were...she made me believe that it was all I was good for."
Paul ran his fingers through his hair and decided to watch the wind play with the trees instead of Alex for a little while. "Do you still believe it? Or is that what the nightmares are about?" Why had no one gone over this with Alex? Had they? He was going to find out before he got angry about it, he decided. Then he could get angry. That was the mature plan.
"No of course I don't believe it anymore...that's not what I have nightmares about..." he took a deep breath, remembering along time ago when he had to first explain it to Shiro. "Have you ever heard the tales of vampires and well...thier foreplay so to speak? before they drain their victims?" He hoped that would explain it, he was so afirad of breaking down if he actually had to say the word.
He wasn't stupid. Given the tremor in Alex's voice and the hunch of his shoulders, Paul could tell already what was coming. But he wasn't exactly merciful about these things sometimes, not when it felt important not to yield. "I've studied a lot of things, they blur together sometimes. It's hard to tell the myth from the fact with vampires anyway," he said quietly.
Alex closed his eyes, unable to keep his voice and body from shaking. "She...she raped me. Everytime she drained me...Sometimes she was gentle, but other times..." He broke down, shaking and tears flowing, he was so tired. "I was so ashamed...I couldn't tell anyone...was afraid of what they would think..."
Paul leaned forward, not quite reaching out but shifting a little closer. "Not telling anyone is part of it," he said quietly, his voice even. "It's hard to do, impossible sometimes. It's okay. Telling now is good." Being ready for it let him keep composed and steady. "Telling me won't change what I think of you in any bad way."
"Really?" He looked up, the lost look still in his eyes. "It didn't happen like that when I told Lorna... I didn't want to tell her, afraid about what she would think...afraid she would turn away from me." Alex looked down. "I was right...it's exactly what happened."
"Alex," Paul said softly. "What happened to you, it happened /to/ you. You had nothing to do with it. How could anyone think less of you for it? The /creature/," and he said it like a curse, "who did that to you was evil. You're blameless in all of it."
"I just...I feel tainted somehow..." Alex fidgeted where he sat. "Like she took something from me and I haven't been complete since. Lorna was right when she said that our relationship could never work, because its me, Lorna and Her." He spat the pronoun, then he gave Paul another helpless look. "And now that I've lost Lorna too...I feel even more incomplete."
"You'll get over the feeling tainted," Paul said, sounding very certain. "The less ashamed you are, the easier it will get. Not perfect, but better. And Lorna's wrong." He shook his head angrily. "That was unfair of her, and cruel. Even if the Black Queen haunts your dreams and even if you feel her touch, she's in your past, Alex. She happened to you and now you have the consequences, but she is not here. If Lorna feels like there's someone else in the room with the two of you, then that's her problem, not yours. You're there. You and your pain and no one else. It's not uncommon that she might feel that way, but it's not the truth and it's not your fault that she feels that way."
Alex blinked both back tears and in surprise. There was silence for a very long time as Alex thought all this over. It was a lot for his tired, emotional state...It wasn't his fault...None of this was his fault. You're there. You and your pain and no one else. It's not uncommon that she might feel that way, but it's not the truth and it's not your fault That part just kept ringing in his head. As a surprise to him, Alex began to cry again, but this time...he was more relieved then anything else.
Paul reached out and paused with his hand an inch from Alex's shoulder. Someone needed to comfort Alex, he was so obviously brokenhearted and tired, but Paul didn't want to invade the little shell of personal space around him if it would be upsetting. "Can I touch you?" he asked, and waited for an answer.
Instead of answering his question, Alex moved the distance between them and leaned against Paul, needing any bit of comfort he could get.
Paul wrapped his arms around Alex, pulling him close, and rocked him a little. "It's okay," he murmured. "It gets better. It does."
Alex was thankful for the touch, he hadn't realized how much he needed it. How much he needed this entire night. He sniffed a bit then looked up at Paul. "Thank you..."
"Any time," Paul said, giving Alex a little smile. "I mean that. I'm not a therapist and I can't fix this, but I understand. Someday, you should tell Dr Samson, or a therapist you trust. You should tell anyone you think you need to tell. If you need someone to listen, whenever, I can listen. It does get better." He brushed Alex's bangs back gently. "And you will sleep and you will have good dreams."
"I don't think it's totally fixable but it's a start..." He shivered gently when Paul brushed back his hair, because it was comforting. Alex sighed gently. "I guess I should tell Scott...he needs to know...And umm..." He looked down a moment. "I know I have no right to ask a favor of you right now...but would you talk to Lorna? Please? I...I'm afraid she won't listen if I tried..."
"Telling Scott is a really good idea, Alex. I can promise you he'll want to listen, he will." Paul took a deep breath and considered the latter half of Alex's statement, the request. He'd been keeping a tight lid on the outrage he'd felt at hearing what Lorna had told Alex, and he had to think long and hard about whether or not he could keep his temper. Maybe he was over-estimating himself, but he thought he could hold on long enough to get through a conversation. Besides, there weren't many other people who might be able to speak for Alex with any accuracy. "Yes," he said finally. "Is there anything in particular you need me to try and help her hear aside from what I told you?"
Alex thought about that a moment then shook his head. "No...I don't think so. I just...want her to understand why it was so hard, why I couldn't tell her. And it wasn't because I didn't trust her...It was beacuse I loved her." He blushed when the meaning behind what he said hit him and he took a deep breath before looking back up at Paul. "Thank you...."
Paul nodded, his expression rather old and sad, but he smiled anyway. "You're welcome. I meant it when I said any time. I can understand why you didn't tell her. I'll try and help her to understand too."
Alex opened his mouth to thank him again but realized it would sound redundent and smiled bashfully, before a yawn cut off anything he was going to say anyway.
"Why don't I take you to see Scott?" Paul suggested. "You don't have to talk to him tonight, but maybe you'd feel better knowing he was looking out for you while you slept."
Alex nodded. Suddenly, he felt the urge to be near his brother. "I... I like that idea. A lot actually."
"I thought you might." Paul got to his feet and held out his hand to Alex. "Come on, I'll walk you there and see you settled in."
Alex gladly took the offered hand and stood up, picking up his fallen skateboard with the other. He dropped Paul's hand when he was up, but stayed really close to him, feeling suddenly five and didn't want to be far from the older man. "You think Scott's asleep though?"
Paul pulled on his t-shirt and put his arm around Alex's shoulders; an easy, friendly gesture. "I know Scott and he'd want us to wake him up." He started walking them toward the house. "I have a sister and if she needed me, I'd want her to wake me up too. Promise."
Unconsiously, Alex leaned into the touch. It was comforting and he needed every bit of comfort he could get. "Alright then..."
Paul guided Alex, who was stumbling with tiredness - it was a mercy he hadn't broken his neck on his skateboard - to Scott's new suite and knocked on the door, very firmly. Then he tried the doorknob, knowing it was probably unlocked, and let them in. "Scott," he called. "Alex needs you."
Alex followed behind Paul, half asleep already. he hadn't realized how tired he really was. "Scott?" He called out, much more timidly then Paul.
Scott, emptying dishes into the new cupboards - he hadn't made much chance to unpack yet - had heard Paul's knock and was halfway out of the kitchenette by the time Paul and a very exhausted-looking Alex walked in.
"Alex?" he said worriedly, his attention all on his little brother when he registered the look in Alex's eyes. "Hey," he said, reaching out tentatively as he came forward.
Alex dropped his skateboard by the door and gladly moved into his brother's arms, hugging him and burying his face into Scott's shoulder.
What the hell? Alex was shaking, and Scott frowned, even as he wrapped his arms around him tightly. "It's okay," he murmured, his voice catching a little. "I've got you..."
Paul watched them, feeling his chest unknot a few twists, then he met Scott's eyes. "I found him out skateboarding in the dark. He needs to sleep, badly. And he wants to talk to you too," he explained. "I'm going to talk to Lorna when I can and Alex, you can call me any time, okay?" He reached out and squeezed Alex's shoulder gently. "As for you," he turned his attention back to Scott. "Talk tomorrow? One of us will need to, I'm sure."
Lorna? What the... "Thanks, Paul," Scott said, his voice subdued. "Anytime tomorrow. Just knock on my door." He turned his attention back to Alex, who was still clinging. "You going to come over and sit down?" he asked softly. "My couch is just as comfortable as it ever was.
Alex nodded and followed Scott over to the couch and gladly sat down. His eyes threatened to droop but he did wave a bit at Paul. "Thanks again...for everything..." Then Alex promptly layed down, with his head in Scott's lap.
Paul closed the door behind him quietly and took a deep breath. Lorna. Tomorrow. He had to hit a few things before then to make sure he’d be good and calm.
Flying in from working off some of his frustration, Paul hears Alex take a fall from his skateboard ramp and stops to check on him. When the answer to the obvious question is a very definite ‘no’, he takes the time to see what’s wrong and ends up hearing everything. He helps Alex unravel a few of his knots and agrees to talk to Lorna. Then he takes Alex to Scott, where he really needs to be, and leaves Scott to take care of his little brother. [Set at 11:30pm but posted now so I can go to bed whenever. :)]
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