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Patrick almost smiles at her near compliment, but he can’t bring himself to give her a full grin. Thinking of Blair always made him this way. She drained him. Having Diana, however, had been surprisingly therapeutic. Seeing her reminded him of Thomas, and Thomas gave him something to live for, to fight for. “Back at ya, Harland.”
“So I was thinking,” she says, knowing he needs something to lift his spirits up, or at the very least distract him, from his encounter with Blair. “The song I’ve been working on this week could use a harmony. Wanna help me out?”



















