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[preemptiveforgiveness]

The impromptu ice pack is better than a real one. Sure, her hands aren't nearly as cold as a package of frozen peas would be, but they feel a lot better. He sighs and hums contentedly at her touch, almost missing her words. "Clearly, I need to tell you more lawyer jokes if you think that's something to brag about," he jokes with her.

One of these days he's going to figure out a way to let the people that care about him hear the pain and the terror that he hears from the city. He thinks they'd all understand about his need to do what he can to help the people of this city if they could hear that need.

"Find me a bible," he tells her. Yes, he's broken and bruised and sore, but it's nothing that won't heal.