[Hazards are a plenty. Frank was sure he had more than a few screws knocked loose. And Caleb sat right by his bed, one point slouched so close that he could feel the other man's breath just talking to him. Gently nudging him awake if sleep was trying to take him.]
You--?
[It's his turn for amazement to dawn on him.]
...shit. I knew you were special to me, I didn't know how. Christ, I didn't know I was about torturing you.
[And himself. Frank shakes his head. The same way. He said the same way.]
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You--?
[It's his turn for amazement to dawn on him.]
...shit. I knew you were special to me, I didn't know how. Christ, I didn't know I was about torturing you.
[And himself. Frank shakes his head. The same way. He said the same way.]