[He lingers in the doorway for a while, shuffling forward and setting the mask down on the table as he goes. He's sort of tangled up in your coat now, Reaper, hope you aren't wanting that back anywhere near immediately. He's stiff as he stands, but the sigh to Reaper's stature mellows him out just enough that some of the tension goes out of his own shoulders.]
...how bad is it that I don't want to? Hospitals fucking terrify me.
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...how bad is it that I don't want to? Hospitals fucking terrify me.