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[assistente]

What? No! I mean to say, if there is, I do not--

[Salvio rubs a hand over his face. Then he pushes a hand through his hair. His fingers are trembling, a little.]

There has been some mistake, is what I mean. Surely there has been some mistake. A-- A, an incident in the past that you have confused--or, well, not confused, but-- Not to place blame, or-- but you are confused. Surely. Pleased. [Wait, no--] Er, please. That is. Please.

[skulltasm]

KIND OF HARD TO MISREAD BEING PLACED IN SOMEONE'S BED AND TUCKED IN ALL SNUG AS A BUG IN A RUG, SALLY.

[ The skull tilts, almost cutely. ]

I SUPPOSE I COULD LIE TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER?

[assistente]

No. I don't want a lie, I only want--

[He puts his head in his hands. It does not help or--do anything, really. Muffled:]

How does this happen? To me?

[skulltasm]

PERHAPS BECAUSE YOU’RE JUST SO CUTE.
[ aka easy to needle ]

[assistente]

[He huffs a laugh, also muffled.]

Please.

[Wallowing only a moment, Salvio pushes his thumbs into his eyes and rubs them. The sensation of squashing his eyeballs is pleasantly painful. Then he sits up.]

In any case, now that we have... [??] solved this mystery. Of how you came to be here. Is there somewhere, I might, um-- take you?

[skulltasm]

ANYWHERE OTHER THAN HERE OR THE LATRINE WILL DO FINE, DEAR.