["Something similar." "Old wounds." He knew the bonehead was dead and all, but somehow he hadn't expected the circumstances to be anything close to similar.]
[There's a part of him that wants to ask. Some deep, hungry side of him that searches for something wholly unnecessary. A part he ignores most of the time. That he calls idle curiosity. Now is no different, and he kicks that part of himself to the side in favor of the cold, comforting embrace that cynicism has provided him for all these years.]
[Mostly.]
[That infuriating smile on his face is more plastic than usual.]
That so? Funny, you never seemed the type to be tied down by the old ball and chain.
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["Something similar." "Old wounds." He knew the bonehead was dead and all, but somehow he hadn't expected the circumstances to be anything close to similar.]
[There's a part of him that wants to ask. Some deep, hungry side of him that searches for something wholly unnecessary. A part he ignores most of the time. That he calls idle curiosity. Now is no different, and he kicks that part of himself to the side in favor of the cold, comforting embrace that cynicism has provided him for all these years.]
[Mostly.]
[That infuriating smile on his face is more plastic than usual.]
That so? Funny, you never seemed the type to be tied down by the old ball and chain.