i was uptight, wanna let loose

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[straightlacedgrace]

whatthedormouse-said​:

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He did alright once he was on his feet. They were soldiers. That meant they kept going even if they were tired, or injured, or mostly dead. She couldn’t help a smile when he couldn’t manage walking and talking at the same time, and she had an inkling of what drunk Jason might be like. She doubted she’d see that any time soon. Like her, he seemed to prefer to stay in control of himself. “Okay,” she agreed, mostly to speed things along. “Next time, you can take care of me. Deal?”

When they were moving again, she helped him to the bedroom, though he only maybe half-needed her help at this point. Under different circumstances, she might have been more interested to see his room, but her energy level had skipped right past curiosity and settled into too-tired-to-care. It was free of monsters or other threats, and that was most important right now.

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Jason offered her a slow smile.  “Deal.  Although part of me hopes there’s not a ‘next time’ I accidentally summon a harpy.”  Again, he had to stop to say the words, but at least this time when he did, they were in his bedroom.  He let out a heavy sigh and made the final push to his bed. 

In yet another sign he’d been in a relationship for way too long, he laid down on the left side, only considering that might be weird for her after he’d landed.  One of the things he’d liked about her, and them, so far was it all felt easy and came naturally.  As he huffed out a breath, more from exertion than anything else, he figured he should at least ask.  “Are you a right or a left?  We’ve never needed to talk about this until now.” 

[straightlacedgrace]

whatthedormouse-said​:

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“Some things scar no matter how good your stitches,” she agreed quietly. Her body was covered in them, the worst from her fight with the Bandersnatch. Unlike the harpy, it was venomous, and she probably would have died if the queen hadn’t been intent on punishing her. The tiny scar on his mouth was like a target she wanted to kiss. She hoped he hadn’t taken her comment as a slight against it, but it seemed awkward to backtrack.

It took her a moment to realize that was a statement and not a question. And you. Not And you? That was enough to kick her into action. She’d had about enough of standing there watching him try not to pass out anyway. She moved to his side, looping his arm over her shoulder so she could help him stand and get him to bed. “On your feet, soldier.” She’d barked them out before, but the words were gentle now, with just a trace of teasing. She could probably carry him a ways if she had to, but she didn’t think either of them would enjoy that.

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Jason hummed his agreement, definitely too tired to have taken offense anyway.  The longer he sat where he was, the more likely it seemed he’d become part of the bathroom fixtures.  And, with time, the more acceptable he found that to be for a future.  It sounded not unlike a Greek tragedy, with a little bit of a modern spin -- bravely defended the town from the harpy, and then became one with the pipes.  Maybe Percy, with his dominion over water, could do something about a friend who was part of the plumbing.  In short, there were options. 

But then she was hoisting him up and he couldn’t continue the weary ramblings, even in his head.  Her intimately spoken words, ones he was hearing for absolutely not the first time, made him smile.  Even more, they inspired him to hold a respectable portion of his own weight.  He’d made it into the house, into the bathroom.  He could make it into the bedroom and spare her the task because she was probably just as tired as he was.  Plus, she was injured.  

“Are you sure you’re okay?  I should be taking care of you, not.... whatever this is instead.”  His feet stopped moving entirely while he talked, unable to expend the physical energy of walking and the mental energy of talking simultaneously.  Once he was done asking and stating, though, he continued on, one step at a time. 

[straightlacedgrace]

whatthedormouse-said​:

Ordinarily, she would have encouraged him to talk about it. Sharing could unload the burden, but even talking seemed to take a lot from him right now. She didn’t want to do anything to make it worse. “I could do it if I had to, but it would probably scar. Hatter’s stitches are so tiny you can’t even see them.” What was she even saying right now? Oh, right. She babbled when she got tired, and she was well past tired.

She didn’t ask what ambrosia was because she’d decided to hold off on any non-survival related questions for now. Maybe Jason babbled a little too when he was exhausted. She wanted to touch him again, hug him and be hugged by him, and then maybe her mind would believe they were both still alive and in one piece, but she kept her hands at her sides. This wasn’t just about her. “What will help?” she offered gently, willing to do that within reason. He looked like he needed to crash, which sounded pretty good to her too.

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All he could think as she talked about her friend’s stitching ability was that he wished he’d had someone like that around when he’d shoved a stapler in his mouth.  Of course, he didn’t actually remember that because he’d been so young.  “Scars build character,” he commented, though the words lacked conviction and were not much more than a babble attached to her babble.   “Sleep,” he admitted.  “And you.”  There was zero chance he would’ve said that at full strength or maximum awareness.  He was almost too tired to care.  She’d barely touched him a moment before and it had felt way better than anything else he could think of. 

[straightlacedgrace]

whatthedormouse-said​:

There was an extra layer of awkwardness to asking first, but given their similar histories, she appreciated it. Kissing Jason was nicer than expected. Not that she’d expected it to be bad, but it was nice that her mind just shut off for a moment and let her enjoy it. She wasn’t sure exactly how long she’d wanted to kiss him, but it hadn’t started tonight. It was sweet, with that tiny spark that promised it could be more in time, at least on her end. She smiled when she pulled back. She definitely wanted to kiss him again sometime and maybe a little more, but it was better for both of them if they took it slow. “Goodnight, Jason Grace.”

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He didn’t want to push anything too far, but it was safe to say he hadn’t been at all mistaken in the thought that kissing her would be nice.  It had been so long since he’d really relaxed into a kiss, he was out of practice maintaining any kind of control. It was a good thing when they mutually backed away after just a simple exchange.  There was plenty of time to go forward, and every indication they were on the same page. 

He gave her a soft smile before he backed away.  “Good night, Molly.” 

[straightlacedgrace]

whatthedormouse-said​:

She just nodded. That seemed like enough questions right now. Each one seemed to drain him more, and there was nothing else she needed to know to stay alive for the next few minutes. “We’ll figure it out,” she agreed. He probably had better weapons here, not to mention more cover. She wasn’t spoiling for a rematch right now, but they’d handle it if they had to. They’d both been through wars. Fighting just one thing was kind of a relief.

She moved a little closer at his touch, sliding her fingers further into his hair. “I’ll be fine. It doesn’t need stitches.” She could stitch herself up if she had to, but she was glad it didn’t come to that. Hatter was better with a needle anyway. Her hand drifted to his jaw and then dropped back to her side. He was fine. They both were, other than being exhausted.

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His eyes had been open briefly, but they fluttered closed as her fingers trailed into his hair.  It felt almost decadent, probably better than anything had a right to after he’d almost gotten her killed.  Whether the harpy had been sent by Zeus or not, he’d been the one messing around with wind.  He was the one who had welcomed it.  And for what?  Because he wanted to feel like himself again? 

“Good.  I don’t know how to do stitches really.  I’m good at bandaging, but I’m better at ambrosia. I just don’t have any.”  He debated if he had the strength to scoop himself up and even get to his bed.  He wasn’t sure.  “I wish water made me stronger like it does Percy.  That’d be handy right now.” 

[straightlacedgrace]

svvisdomsdaughter​:

She was gasping for breath by the time they reached the edge of the trees, her lungs and muscles burning as she bent over her knees and just focused on not falling down right where she was. She had too much pride for that, and anyway, she wasn’t one hundred percent certain she was out of danger yet. She straightened, her eyes widening when she realized they were on the edge of a town. Then that meant… “We’re not in Tartarus?” she blurted out. The relief almost knocked the wind out of her again. She still had no idea where she was, but anything was an improvement over the birthplace of monsters.

“Percy’s here?” She was angry at the obvious hope in her voice. Anybody who knew Annabeth knew that Percy was the way to get her to go anywhere, to do anything. If he was here, she didn’t care where that was. It only mattered that they were together. She almost ignored every instinct she had and demanded to be taken to him right that moment, but she stuffed the impulse down. Jason wasn’t acting like they were completely out of danger. He kept glancing around like he expected something else to attack them, and she was automatically on her guard. Use your brain, Athena’s daughter.

She drew a slow breath, running through the problem in her head. Before anything else, she needed to know if this was really Jason, which meant she needed to ask a question only the real Jason Grace would know the answer to. She thought it over briefly and nodded once, her expression wary. Her hand lingered near her sword, but she didn’t reach for it. “On our last quest, Leo took a solo detour. Where did he go?” It was a trick question, of course. Leo didn’t take a side quest; they all thought he’d died, and he’d ended up on Calypso’s island, much like Percy had before the Titan war. Given that Leo had vanished shortly after the battle with Gaia to search for Ogygia again, she didn’t think anyone but the seven knew about it.

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“No, we’re not in Tartarus,” Jason confirmed, just as breathless as she was.  Her followup question didn’t necessarily improve his mood or pleasure at their present situation, though.  It was clear she hadn’t gained any semblance of memory, any orientation.  It made him sad and a little mad, too.  He’d had his own memories stolen and he knew how empty and frustrating it could be.  He wouldn’t wish it on anyone, including Annabeth. 

Then again, in his case, he’d had false memories implanted as well, and so he hadn’t felt the fully manipulated until his old ones had been returned. 

He was fully prepared for anything she asked to be testing him, a way to verify his identity.  He was not fully prepared for her to trick him; he probably should’ve been.  The way it had felt when they thought Leo was dead wasn’t something he would ever forget.   “I think solo detour is a generous description,” he answered stiffly.  He finally stood up tall, less winded after a moment of rest from running.  “We thought he died.  Or maybe he did and then was resurrected.  It’s hard to say.  He ended up on Calypso’s island.  The name of it escapes me at the moment because I’m tired.” 

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[straightlacedgrace]

whatthedormouse-said​:

It was reassuring that he seemed just as nervous as she was. They’d shared some about their previous relationships, so she knew he wasn’t the sort of person to just leap into one without thinking. There was a lot that was reassuring about Jason, actually. She didn’t think she’d be standing here if there wasn’t. The communication between them had been very open so far, and that seemed to be the case even as they moved tentatively out of friendship territory.

She could see that he was struggling with something, and given the way dates usually ended (in Netflix rom coms, anyway), she could guess what it was. With anyone else, she might have put him out of his misery and just kissed him goodnight, but she wasn’t sure exactly where the struggle was. If he was deciding whether he even wanted to kiss her, she didn’t want to pressure him. It was considerate of him to ask first, and the sweetness of it made her smile. In answer, she stepped forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

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Jason was actually pretty grateful for the way she answered.  He hadn’t quite figured out how he’d cross the awkward air between requesting permission and actually attaching his mouth to hers.  It had been a long, long time.  And, in the context of his former relationship, establishing wants and permissions had long since been completed.  They could read each other well enough, by the time the spark died out entirely, to tell if the gestures were welcomed or not.  This was entirely new to him, a new person and a new set of patterns and habits.  

So putting him out of his debating misery was the best thing she could’ve done and he returned the kiss easily, breathing his sigh of relief into her mouth.

[straightlacedgrace]

vvisdomsdaughter​:

Annabeth was a little surprised it had worked that easily–not that any of that had been necessarily easy, but demigods didn’t usually get lucky on the first try. It really did seem like Jason though, and her confusion about where they were and what was happening crashed back into her when the harpy burst into flames. On instinct, she’d moved away from the heat and toward him, but she stopped short when she realized what she’d done.

She hesitated, the survival instinct to run while they had a chance warring with her uncertainty about whether she could trust him. The ambivalence was probably clear on her face, but after a second, she followed his advice and started running, letting Jason lead the way through the trees. He’d just helped her defeat a harpy. She couldn’t think of a god or a monster who would do that, and also be able to impersonate Jason and his powers so well without giving themselves away.

Running was harder than it should have been after wandering in the woods for–how long had she been there?–and she was soon gasping for breath. She forced herself to keep up with him though despite the burning in her muscles and hoped they wouldn’t have to fight anything else on the other side.

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Jason didn’t allow himself to slow, in spite of being tired, until they were safely out of the forest.  There was no real guarantee whatever was in the woods wouldn’t come out of the woods.  While he had less experience being chased that Annabeth, and probably Percy, he still had enough to know that.  He didn’t know what kind of guarantee it would take to establish even a remote feeling of safety again, and that was just for him.  Her situation was even more tenuous, given the details he’d shoved aside when the whole thing was about survival and nothing more.    “I don’t know if it counts as home, but I’ll walk to you to Percy’s.  You and Percy have an apartment here.  It’s not much, but,,, it’s him so I’m sure you’ll both be better.  It’s on the water.”  The last part was purely having no other idea what to say.   His head was on a swivel and his eyes were on high alert.  They were on the edge of Olympus, he knew, and he still didn’t entirely trust Hades to run anything resembling a safe neighborhood.  He was still unsure how thrilled some of the Gods were to be here, anyway.  Hera obviously loved it, because she was horrible and loved the containment for maximum chaos, but the others... jury was still out. 

“Do you have any questions you’ll trust me to answer, or should we just walk in silence?” 

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[straightlacedgrace]

whatthedormouse-said​:

Mild relief swept through her. That was one less thing they had to worry about, though she didn’t fool herself that there weren’t others. She finished bandaging her arm and cleaned up the space, but she hesitated to put the first aid kit away. “Are you hurt?” She hadn’t seen any injuries, but she hadn’t been able to watch him the whole time either. She still worried about his color and his sluggish speech. “Is there another way they could have gotten here? …And do you think it will follow us?” She didn’t know how smart harpies were, but she’d definitely been trailing blood for part of that run. She’d been reading up a little on Greek mythology since they started spending more time together, but she was still woefully out of her depth with most of it. There was just so much of it, and a lot of it conflicted with itself or what Jason had told her. She took it to mean it was like her own story; the only people who actually knew the truth were the ones who were there. He looked miserable at the idea that Zeus might have been involved, and she stepped toward him before she’d considered whether it was a good idea. She lightly touched his hair, wanting to comfort but ready to back off if he didn’t want her there. She kind of just wanted to confirm they were both alive and in one piece. Things were already strained with his dad. She’d hate to think it was about to get worse.

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Though he didn’t remove his head from its perch, he shook it against his palm, a minimal effort to reply to her question at least.  “No, I don’t think so,” he dismissed.  “Just... really tired.  It’s a lot of work to use powers here, like extra from being somewhere else.  I’ll be fine in a while.” The more she asked, though, the clearer it became that he just didn’t have the answers.  As long as the harpy hadn’t followed them, it was all something they could figure out later.  “I hope not,” he admitted.  “I’ll check outside in a minute, since it’s not my blood it would pick up on.  The rest we can figure out.”  While maybe it should’ve been, at least it lacked the urgency of the war from a few years ago.  He wasn’t entirely used to the stretch of peace, or to thinking of those kinds of conflict as the distant past, but the thought was there.   He reached his arm out to touch her in return, even as he soaked in the comfort of her touch, however light.  “Are you okay?  Did you find what you needed here?” 

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whatthedormouse-said​:

Walking home was the point where Molly had to stop pretending she wasn’t just hanging out with a friend and reacknowledge the fact that this was a date–probably the best one she’d ever been on. That was encouraging, but it also brought some of her nerves back. They looked a lot like doubts in this lighting. Not about Jason, who was kind of obnoxiously great (at everything, hence the obnoxious part), but about herself and her track record with relationships. It made her newly mad at Jackson for the emotional fuckery that followed her all the way from Wonderland, and mad at herself for letting it bother her still. He’d taken so much from her already. He couldn’t have this too. She felt better about it once she’d decided she was in. It didn’t take all the fear out of jumping or the nerves about whether he liked her as much as she liked him, but those were normal new relationship anxieties. Compared to the others, they weren’t altogether unpleasant. The conversation had settled, if not exactly easy then in a way that felt natural. She only noticed his fidgeting because Jason wasn’t a fidgeter, at least not that she’d seen, and she smiled as she took one of his hands. “I had a great time tonight, Jason. Thank you for dinner, and… everything. It was really nice.” Her heart fluttered a little when he mentioned doing it again. She didn’t know when she became a teen movie cliche, but she didn’t hate it. “I’d like that.”

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It was some foreign, long-buried instinct that had him reciprocating when she took his hand.  He pressed his fingers between hers, leaving no doubt or room for the idea what his intentions here were.  While he hadn’t doubted what he thought of her -- in short, that she was capable, beautiful, fun to be around, and just really great-- he had a lot of room for doubt in his want for any kind of relationship.  He knew he could be friends with nearly anyone, but he’d long been doubting his ability to be more.  He and Piper had definitely managed to fuck up that line, and their friendship in the process. 

It was pretty clear to him at this point, though, that he and Molly could be friends or they could be more.  He was pretty sure if neither of them were ready to push it forward, they could go back without a problem.  The date had proven that to him, if nothing else.

“You’re welcome.  It was.”  He offered her a small smile as he struggled on the inside to determine how would be best to wade into the ‘not-just-friends’ waters and almost wincing on the water or sea metaphor that had formed in his brain.  Not his area of expertise.  He finally decided to just ask her.  

“I know we both have our baggage, but I would also like to kiss you good night.  Would that be okay?” 

[straightlacedgrace]

whatthedormouse-said​:

She wouldn’t have held it against him if he didn’t check on her, and one look at his face when he stepped into the bathroom told her that he probably shouldn’t have. He was an unhealthy shade of pale and looked dead on his feet, which wasn’t far off from her own reflection, but it was the slurring that worried her. Maybe he’d taken too much out of himself with all that magic.

It wasn’t hard to switch her concern from herself to him. Even if it hadn’t been her natural inclination, it had been trained into her over the years. “Maybe you should sit down. I’ve got this.” She cleaned the wound with deft movements. The pain was distant compared to the rest of her body’s complaints, but her hands paused before she picked up the bandages, a terrible thought occurring to her. “Harpies aren’t venomous, are they?” If they were, she was totally fucked. There was no way some mythical monster antidote had made its way to Fableton.

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Jason had to stop and think about her question, not only because he was running a little slower than usual but also because it had been so long since he’d had to study something like that it had fallen to the back of his mind.  He was admittedly backstroking through heavy waters to get there, but the information was also way back there.  He took a seat on the toilet and watched her go through the familiar motions of bandaging her wounds.  “No,” he said.  “I don’t think so.”  After propping his elbow on the edge of the sink, he leaned his face onto his hand.  “They’re minions of Zeus, so I should know this.”  HIs eyes slipped closed as he continued to wrack his memory.  “I know Zeus is only kind of my dad, but why would he send harpies here?  I thought were were getting along.” 

[straightlacedgrace]

whatthedormouse-said​:

then the rest is just whatever || jolly

“It’s amazing, right? I’ve never had a bad meal there. If you’ve never had a beignet, this is about to be the best night of your life.” She might have been over-stating it, but not by much. She stood too, automatically smoothing out her dress. “I’m warm enough to walk, if you want? It’s not far.”

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Molly didn’t oversell it, which he knew because he’d been to Tiana’s before.  He honestly didn’t think it had much to do with the food, though, because he hardly tasted a thing.  He was just wrapped up in his company in a way he hadn’t been in a very long time.  Walking her home, even, was shaping up to be the new best part of the night. 

He liked to pretend he was calm, cool, and collected.  And maybe he was,  outwardly.  He wasn’t the best person to evaluate that.  On the inside, though, his heart was a rubber ball behind his ribcage, and he was caught between wanting to say everything that popped into his head at once and to not say anything at all in case he sounded stupid.  He fidgeted with his own hands in much the same way his mind fidgeted with words.  

“Molly, I hope you had a good time tonight,” he finally said, only moments before they reached her door.  “Because I really did, and I would like to do this again.” 

[straightlacedgrace]

vvisdomsdaughter​:

She didn’t have time to worry about how he got the fire, as long as he got it. She had her hands full swinging and dodging. If she hadn’t been so worried about where she was, it almost would have been fun. Facing down one monster instead of an army was a nice change. She took his advice and started aiming her hits lower. There was nothing vital to hit near its feet, but maybe she could irritate it enough to go higher.

A whoosh of wings sent her skidding backwards as the harpy went skyward. She didn’t have the breath the yell anymore advice, so she hoped he knew what to do. She readied her sword and dropped back into a stance in case he needed help. Her go-to probably would have been to set something she could reach on fire, but she wasn’t going to argue with using powers if he thought it would work.

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Annabeth was her typical self in this moment, even if the ones before had been different, and he didn’t have time for much besides gratitude and hard work of his own.  He’d managed to conjure lightning to the tree, but he had a feeling it was going to take every bit of energy and concentration to finish the harpy off.   She almost made it easy for him because the bird was high enough all he had to do was direct the current.  He didn’t need to hitch a ride on it or anything fancy.  With determination and a yell, he forced the bird into the flaming tree branch.  It smelled, sounded, and looked like success as the creature ignited.   He wasn’t inclined to stick around and make sure it was done, though.  This was their moment.  “Run!” He yelled to her as he scooped himself up in a scramble to do the same.  “Just follow me.”  We’ll figure out the rest when we’re safe, he promised in his mind.  He hoped she’d pick up on the unspoken wish, because she generally wasn’t the type to follow orders.  Then again, her normal self had a lot of common sense.  Either way, he didn’t puzzle it out, just kept his eyes on her until he knew what she was going to do. 

[straightlacedgrace]

whatthedormouse-said‌:

She might have been able to keep up in the short term, but her body was rebelling by the time they reached Jason’s. When they were safely behind a locked door, she leaned against the wall and tried to catch her breath. She didn’t give herself long, knowing that if she let herself lean there, she would eventually end up on the floor, and then she wasn’t moving for a while.

She wouldn’t really know if her arm needed stitches before she had a chance to examine it, but the odds that she would go to a hospital were low. She was going to make a terrible nurse. It wasn’t until they stopped that she realized she’d been trailing blood the whole way, and she winced as she wrapped her arm in the bottom of her shirt. It was probably ruined anyway. She hoped harpies weren’t that clever.

She nodded at his instructions and forced her body upright, proud of herself for not crawling to the bathroom at this point. She searched in the cabinet for the first aid and pulled out a box, setting it aside so she could unwrap her arm over the sink. She examined the slash marks like they were on somebody else’s body and wasn’t sure how much of that was training and how much of it was exhaustion.

Jason promised he was going to be right behind her, and the promise was the only thing that kept him going.  He locked the door behind them, uncertain if they would be followed.  His demigod-level keen awareness told him Molly had likely left a blood trail and, though they’d moved fast, there was also probably some sort of evidence of their path.  He didn’t know if he still had an extra smell here in Fableton that monsters were able to pick up on, but it was entirely possible.   He also didn’t know if locking the door would do them any good, but he was willing to try it. 

He rested next to her, glad for the doorknob protruding into his lower spine to keep him just alert enough he didn’t collapse into a heap of bones and rubbish.  She pulled away before he did and he closed his eyes for a second, but was distantly aware of what she was doing by the creak of hinges on the medicine cabinet.  With a huffy breath and an exaggerated effort, he pushed away from the wall and headed toward her.  He wanted to be more useful than he felt like being, and he knew that started with presence.  “Do you need some help?  I’m usually pretty good with bandaging up injuries.  I’ve had enough practice, anyway.”  He couldn’t help noting his words were a bit slurred together, but he couldn’t fix that much.  He had a feeling they were pretty equally exhausted, especially now that adrenaline was wearing down.  It was more of a quick patch so they could rest than anything, but he didn’t mind making an effort.   

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