[Close the door. Maybe Tav has been away from civilization for too long, but the idea of being in a tight space with someone while the urges churn around inside him doesn’t sit well. The previous time was… Isobel.
He enters the office, closing the door to but a crack, and then sits down on the edge of the offered chair, hands knotted together.]
I suppose this is about my request to keep a jail cell available for me.
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He enters the office, closing the door to but a crack, and then sits down on the edge of the offered chair, hands knotted together.]
I suppose this is about my request to keep a jail cell available for me.