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DAMNIT I MEANT REBLOG NOT UNFOLLOW FUCK----

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       ( he's quiet, as he often is when... apologetic. it's a        nasty habit of his, to disappear without a word. in        this case he'd thought at least to shoot a text her        way, but even he knows it isn't the same. inside the        lining of his pocket do fingers curl around the cold        metal of a familiar object-- a key. but still he feels a        twinge of uneasiness towards using it. as though        the very act of turning it within the lock will create a        promise he isn't sure he can keep.

                              so instead, a hand lifts and taps a single knuckle                               against the wood of her apartment door. and the                                vigilante feels every bit the coward for it. )