Well. Isn't that just a little bit frustrating? Or a lot, he admits to himself, knowing exactly what he's like in a crisis. If he can work on it, fix things in some way, no matter how little... he's fine. He's better than fine. It's what he thrives on. But to be stuck helpless, standing by?
There's a memory of a few last moments at a bedside in San Francisco - he shunts it back to the dark corner it lives in, forever.
"I do believe in fairies, I do I do?" He asks, wryly.
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Date: 2010-10-13 01:54 am (UTC)There's a memory of a few last moments at a bedside in San Francisco - he shunts it back to the dark corner it lives in, forever.
"I do believe in fairies, I do I do?" He asks, wryly.