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It took Caleb most of the way through the rest of Harvard to be able to watch Pogue's hands sliding over chocolate skin with anything remotely resembling equanimity, and the main reason for that wasn't even jealousy.

Current Mood: lonely
Current Location: Harvard

Caleb had meant every single word he'd said, and more, but it took no more than touching an old gift, next time when he was alone - shift at the hospital coinciding with school - to render him helpless to stop the shivering or keep the contents of his stomach or calm the whirlwind in his mind.

Current Mood: helpless
Current Location: Ipswich

"Nobody can judge an internal injury by the size of the superficial wound, of the hole."
-Salman Rushdie

A/N: Another fic of doom! Even more so since it's set in the crazy (and not in the good way) 'verse Cliffs of Insanity. Generally, not too fun time; read with 'disturbing content inside' advisement. Partly co-written with

broken_circles. Reid is

letsdropin

( The TV was on because Mary had been watching it before they left; mute, because Chase had turned the sound down to say 'bye. )