[Frizzling irritation--at himself, at the world, a little at L--clots the Bond. He's already feeling incompetent, less-than, for having forgotten. Does it really need one of his Bonded over to help him because he's too much of a cripple to--
He squashes the thought.
I am. It's all right; you needn't come over. I can manage something simple and I'll be along.
Since it's clearly not Friday any longer he owes L a dinner and damned if he won't fix it. Even late.]
no subject
He squashes the thought.
I am. It's all right; you needn't come over. I can manage something simple and I'll be along.
Since it's clearly not Friday any longer he owes L a dinner and damned if he won't fix it. Even late.]