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October 31, 2010
He surveys me over his desk, brimming as usual with syrupy concern. "I'm worried about you."

I snort, looking anywhere but his face. "Of course you are."

He releases a gentle sigh, smiling at me with such goddamn pity that I want to strangle him. "I'm sorry, Donovan. I didn't mean to step on your toes."

He's sorry. That's one thing I do believe. I'm sorry too. We're so sorry, the pair of us, so fucking sorry. It's the only thing we still have in common.

I stand. "If there's nothing else..."

His smile falls. "Donnie, wait --"

I don't.