[He freezes and just stares down at his drink, paling a bit. He really does not want to have this talk with a marine. Actually, he almost never wants to have this talk. But, everyone knows about it now. He can't keep acting this way. Excuse him while he just downs the rest of his drink in one go and becomes a huge mess of conflicting emotions.
Again.] ...mn. [Fuck this shit, he is getting up and leaving now.] Gotta go.
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Again.] ...mn. [Fuck this shit, he is getting up and leaving now.] Gotta go.