[Weirdly enough, his mind drifts to his birthday. It was the first time since he was about fourteen that he didn't get black-out drunk, and it's all thanks to the people here. Healing is a funny word, maybe one Clara hasn't had enough of. He kisses her hair.]
Lucky for you I'm unpredictable. Patterns hate me. So what can I do to help?
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Lucky for you I'm unpredictable. Patterns hate me. So what can I do to help?