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Nightmares. Shudder.

Nothing like dreaming myself back in the seethe, lamb flaring up blue, vampires all over Samuel...

Better than the ones about killing the crazy new werewolf, though, I guess. I'd never killed anyone before. Certainly not... that way.

Wish there was some way I could run away from myself, just for a little while. If I wasn't so worried about... well, I'd go for a nice long run.

Attempt at filtering from Beach House people:

Maybe once this is all settled and Ianto's better, I should find a place of my own. I kind of feel like I'm intruding here. They're like a family - Kyle too.

And I'm... not.

Might be easier for everyone if I wasn't there.

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Don't you trust me?

I don't trust this damn City.

What else can it do?

Send you home?

And aren't I a selfish little brat for even hoping for one second that you'd have to stay so I won't be alone.

Damn.

Yes. But I don't want to be alone either.

You won't be. You've made -

Ianto will be fine and Jack will come back. You'll have them back soon.

Yes.

Just like that.

Well see, there you go. You're all set.

I'm a Brooks. I always get everything I want.

Good to know.

I want you to have everything you want.

Then we're all set, aren't we.

We are.

So... what do you feel like eating. Let me rephrase. What would be easiest for you to make yourself eat?

I'm not hungry, Mercy.

Then you're stuck with me shadowing you for the duration.

I will eat when I'm hungry. I don't need babysitting.

And I don't need to go running.

Gwen did say that if you ate and slept she'd sneak you in the room with him.

But Owen said...

Could I really?

I don't think she'd lie to me.

I'm not sure how much I can.

Just something. Anything. But you have to get something into you.

A sandwich, a milkshake, peanut butter crackers... something.

I don't care. ~~Nothing sounds appetizing.~~

If there's bread, I'll have some toast.

With some peanut butter? Or jelly?

And maybe some hot chocolate?

It doesn't make a difference to me what's put on it.

I'll just have water.

Peanut butter. And a glass of milk.

Then you rest for a bit and I'll tell Gwen she can work her magic.

Alright.

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