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[empathicfault]

"Will Graham here. Leave a message."

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[empathicfault]

Okay.

[ Will closes his eyes, feeling that comfortable sort of exhaustion that sort of slides around you like a pillow. Sleeping tends to hit Will fairly fast, but this is a little exceptional, even so. He'd been holding onto that adrenaline for awhile. ]

I'll remember. Thanks, Malcolm.

[abrightboy]

[Malcolm tucks his blanket around him a little better, then slips out of the cabin.]