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[brokenweapon]

[Written, because he doesn't trust his voice right now. Also, content subject to change as backthread continues. Watch this space.]

I take back everything bad I've said about the other ports.

[Private to Costigan.]
I need a drink, and you probably do too.

Spoke to Nygma during the port, by the way. Thought you might want to know.

[Private to Claire.]
Are you okay? I'm sorry I wasn't able to find you.

[Private to Slade.]
Thank you.

[Private to the Admiral.]
Please restore my inmate's powers. He deserves to have them back.

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[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

[He looks sympathetic. Also guilty because he didn't come find her and the women in his life usually have a tough time of it all.]

Then come over. I'm not going to be going out much for a while, and my place is pretty secure.

[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

[She, on the other hand, looks overly relieved that he's offered and she didn't have to ask right out. In a tiny voice, she ask,]

Could I please stay with you for a while, Jason?

[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

Of course.

Level two, cabin nineteen.

[Pause.]

Unless you'd prefer if I walked you down?

Log or spam?

[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

No, I'm also on level two, you're not that far from me.

I'll be there in...less than five minutes.

Spam ok?

[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

Okay.