BMIK: Sephiroth, Kadaj, Vincent Valentine

Chephren: Yazoo

Chapter 10

There was a short pause from the other end of the line, as if the butler was hesitating to hand over the phone, but then he replied, "Of course Master Yazoo, just a moment."

A few minutes later, there was crackling from the line as the phone was handed over and the smooth deep voice of Sephiroth came through the speaker.

"Yes?"

"Brother..." Yazoo lilted, unsure of what to say. He only sat down on the edge of his bed, almost nervous that the phone itself would fool him into believing it was something it wasn't.

"...Yazoo?" The man sounded surprised, because Rupert hadn´t specified who the caller was, just told him that there was someone who wanted to speak to him. Sephiroth hadn´t expected Yazoo to call him at all, it seemed.

"What can I do for you? Are you all right?" Concern was evident in his voice.

"Yes, I'm fine. Don't change the subject," Yazoo said testily. "I have heard that you spoke to Kadaj about sex, is this true?"

If his brother lied, then Shiva save him. If he didn't... well... then Yazoo should have worked out some sort of game plan before calling.

Sephiroth briefly contemplated if he should point out that there was no subject to be changed but then decided against it. Yazoo sounded cranky.

"Why yes I did. I also told him that I am the least suitable person to ask such things but he seemed desperate and insisted."

"Oh," Yazoo was relieved to say the least. "Well, thank you in any case. I had meant to speak with him about it. I know Father really would rather not..." He really didn't think that Sephiroth's interest in Kadaj was predatory. It never had been but how should he work up to asking something like that?

"And... nothing happened between you?"

"Happened...?...- Oh." Sephiroth´s voice dropped when he realized what Yazoo meant. "You mean if I molested him, abused him, touched him inappropriately?" It was slightly deadpan then followed by a sigh. "No, I did not. We only talked about his love interest, I told him about safer sex and that was it. I do understand your concern however."

Yazoo didn't like the way that his brother was so understanding. It left him little to no room to be angry.

It made him feel like a bitch.

"So tell me something... what we did. All of it. Your making Kadaj hate me, your trying to kill me... was that because you loved me? Or did you hate me? Why me?"

Okay, forget feeling like a bitch. Right now, Yazoo was being a bitch, kamikaze-ing Sephiroth with his mood swing like this because he felt insecure around him, afraid to be too friendly.

There was a very long pause, lasting at least a few minutes, in which Sephiroth was simply holding the phone. Then he slowly sat down into one of the comfortable chairs in a quiet corner of the manor, waving their maid away and making clear that he needed some privacy. This might become a longer conversation. Sephiroth would have preferred to do it personally and not over the phone... but he obviously had no say in it.

"Well... First let me say that, whatever I did and even if it might not have looked like it, I always loved you and that didn´t change, ever." Sephiroth pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes for a moment, as he was sorting out how best to phrase this very delicate and sensitive topic. So many questions and he decided to start with the last one.

"Why you... I could tell you now that you were something special and that I felt a connection between us right away but the truth is: you were born at a convenient time. I needed someone to take care of and who would take care of me... and you were a cute little baby. We didn´t know each other yet. You didn´t know who I was and that was important to me at that time... So I started taking care of you and coming to love you and it kept me sane for a while and then... Well, then it became too much and eventually it caught up with me."

It was really unusual, them being able to talk this way. Sephiroth wasn't fighting, wasn't being secretive but open and honest and Yazoo found that he much preferred it this way. What irked him was the way that when Sephiroth so freely said he'd loved Yazoo, that his brother was a cute little baby, he felt warm inside. How much of that was because they were family and loved each other as brothers and how much was because it stirred up old hormones? That aspect of their kinship would have to stop if Yazoo wanted to have his life with Vincent. He had hurt the poor man so much just by being honest. What if his beloved didn't want to come back to him? Yazoo was a bad bet; he knew that...

Sighing, he asked, "Well, despite how it all turned out, how hurt I've felt by everything you've done..." Yazoo didn't sugarcoat his words to his big brother, not feeling like it. The whole truth needed to be shared.

"The truth is that, you should never have had to raise us on your own. It is the truth now as it was then and I wish someone would have helped you when you needed help and asked for it... I am sorry I couldn't help you, Sephiroth..."

He used his brother's name again, as he should have been doing this whole time to remind himself that they were estranged now and it could never be otherwise if he wanted Vincent by his side.

"I appreciate that, thank you. But what happened happened and there is no worrying over spilled milk. I doubt that I would have let you help me. I think you already did anyway..." A thoughtful, slightly melancholic pause followed then, "I hurt you a lot, didn´t I?"

"Yes," Yazoo replied honestly. "I just wanted you to love me as I loved you, more than anything... but when you sold me, it hurt. I didn't understand it at all... then I just felt as though sex was all that mattered to you because over time, you didn't want to hear what I thought about anything anymore..."

Yazoo wondered if it was hurting his brother, him saying all this but Sephiroth was listening now, truly listening for what seemed like the first time in ages. "Was I right about that? Was it really all about sex then?"

"No. Of course not." Sephiroth let go of his nose and poured himself a glass of water, as his mouth felt so dry. There was always a full bottle of water and a set of glasses placed on the little table in the library where he was sitting, the orange sunlight illuminating his profile.

"I realized that I was drifting apart, that I lost reasoning and I hurt. There was no way I knew how to externalize it but by hurting others as well. I know that now. Back then the only love I knew was Lazard´s twisted manipulations that demanded utter devotion and every word you said that I felt defied my authority was a sign to me that you didn´t love me back. To avoid that, my therapist said I tried to dominate you sexually, because that was the way I had been handled. But essentially I just didn´t know how to keep you safe from myself, so I brought you to the Lotus, thinking that if I stayed away from you for a while it would get better. With the money you earned we could have gone somewhere else, away from the manor and the memories. As you know I didn´t get any better, not on my own."

"Yes, it does make sense to me now... I wondered why you sold Kadaj too when I made more than enough to keep you both at home comfortably. I admit, that first morning you were away and I found the money just where you said it would be... it really meant a lot that you saved enough back to take us away..." In more ways than one but Yazoo only mentioned the one. "Father had something to rebuild the fortune with because of it. Is it hard for you to be there? Are the memories too hard?"

The middle child felt himself growing concerned about his brother's current peace of mind. Perhaps everyone had been right that night... perhaps it was too hard for him to be at home when Yazoo had thought it was the kindest thing for him, the only comfort of his shattered childhood.

"It is not easy," Sephiroth admitted. "But this is part of my therapy. I have to face the things I have done and that were done to me. I cannot run away from them anymore. But the memories are everywhere, indeed..." he trailed off, letting his gaze wander over the rows of bookshelves and the glass box that displayed Masamune to the visitors, all locked up tight beyond his reach.

"I just wish he wasn´t here. I am sick of seeing his face all day long." Of course, he meant Angeal but as it was said more to himself, Sephiroth didn´t consider whether Yazoo understood what he was mumbling about or not.

A familiar chuckle echoed into the phone; Yazoo just couldn't help himself. He was actually really pleased that Brother was sharing his real feelings with him for a change. There was more he needed to ask though and he grew quiet again.

"Brother, how do you feel about what happened? I know they told you and me both how we are supposed to feel about it... but how do you really feel? Did you think sleeping with me was wrong?"

Yazoo felt his stomach churn as soon as the question was out. If they couldn't talk about this then really, there wasn't much else they could say to one another if they constantly avoided the issue.

"Well..." Sephiroth started, carefully, "the moral issues aside... I loved you. My love was misguided and impure and it hurt you, so from this standpoint I believe that yes, it was wrong. However... I wonder what it could have become if I hadn´t been so... messed up. I enjoyed our times together, when they were simply peaceful. Those are good memories to me." He paused again, for just a second and then gave a bitter laugh. "I suppose I still have to work on that with my therapist... How about you? Does it haunt you?"

Yazoo sighed into the phone and admitted, "Yes... I agree with you though, the good times were what I was seeking always when things turned sour. They kept me going when you were all I knew and didn't have any friends. The hope that next time I saw you, it would be the same as old times. Now..." his voice trailed off because to utter more would be too dangerous. He had opened this door and he realized he had much healing of his own to do.

"This will be good practice for me as well. That day at brunch, I was so tempted to stay away for good but we are family. You are getting better for us and I don't want to let you down when you have come so far. I won't leave... just, if I stay away sometimes, there are my own personal things I need to work on too, alright?"

"I understand. Don´t feel obligated to me though. If you rather not stay in my presence then don´t."

Yazoo felt conflicted there. It was Sephiroth's presence that got to him, the reason he would leave, the only reason for all of it... but to hear it like that was so harsh. Brother had a way of saying things honestly but it was brutal honesty and Yazoo didn't feel that way at all about it. He couldn't explain though that it was the opposite of what his brother thought. He really didn't see a way for them to be close again without Yazoo feeling all the old devotions that he used to. Even if the sexual attraction were completely squashed irreparably forever, it would still make his beloved Vincent wonder every time Yazoo wanted to spend time with his brother, every time he defended him or went easy on him, even if it was the same way he would treat all those he loved... He didn't know how to handle it at all except to stay away.

"Please, don't think it's like that. I am not ready to talk about it but I don't feel that way at all. It has just been hard for me to accept everything finally... because I didn't deal with it properly a year ago."

Sephiroth´s eyes narrowed at the despaired undertone that had crept into Yazoo´s voice. His brother just wasn't capable of hiding his emotions, never had been.

"It is about time we talked about it then. Yazoo, is there something you want to say to me? Why this call? Why now of all times? Why... this choice of questions?" Sephiroth leaned back against the headrest, his voice going a bit lower and softer. He did have a suspicion but didn´t know if it was wise to ask about it...

Yazoo's breath caught for a moment before he found it again. It was funny how, when he wanted to, Sephiroth could read his feelings so well. Well, that was an incredible lie, it wasn't funny at all, but a bit alarming.

"I... There are some things I too need to deal with, Brother," he only said. "You know, that night, I fooled myself into thinking that you really wouldn't hurt me, despite what you were saying, the fact that the knife was at my chest. I don't know what I thought, I... well, my instincts were correct because I was scared shitless but my brain was being stupid. I just didn't think you meant what you were saying, only trying to frighten me again. But when you told me you were really going to kill me, not in the heat of anger but when you were calm and rational... it hurt."

"That wasn´t really me that night," Sephiroth replied softly. "I had lost part of myself and I thank you for having faith in me. Believe me when I say that I never wanted to ever harm you. Back then a part I had no control over did." The silver haired man didn´t fail to notice that Yazoo had avoided answering his other questions. "What else is it you still need to deal with? Have you seen a therapist?"

"No, I haven't... but Vincent has always listened to me. I regret laying such a large emotional burden on him though. My feelings... us... I still need to figure out what I need to do to heal. This is the first time I have had the courage to call or speak to you alone. I admit too that if things weren't so confusing, I wouldn't have made the decision to call at this time..." Damn his honesty... was that a necessary thing to say? Well, it was out and there was no taking it back.

"Confusing..." Sephiroth slowly echoed, feeling his suspicion grow stronger. They were very briefly interrupted by the nurse coming into the library, obviously having searched for Sephiroth. The man seemed to relax when he saw his patient by the window and grabbed a magazine, sitting down on the other end of the hall where he could see Sephiroth but gave him enough privacy for his phone call.

Still the aristocrat lowered his voice as he finally asked, "What are you so confused about?"

He thought that he had a pretty good idea. It was curious how very... disillusioned Yazoo had seemed after the incident on the stairs. Maybe it was because...

"Are you still in love with me?"

"..."

Yazoo's eyes were staring wide at the floor. Idiot! An open palm cradled his forehead and he sighed into the phone, having been called out.

"... Yes."

Sephiroth needed a moment to let this little word sink in and there were a few moments of silence in which he didn´t say anything at all. Had there not been the pause in Yazoo´s answer that spoke of his conflicted emotions, Sephiroth could have thought that Yazoo simply had interpreted the question in a platonic way, but... He needed to be sure.

"In... a brotherly way only?"

"Well, at first I thought so, yes, but now I'm not so sure. I don't know whether my concern is as it would be for Kadaj or Loz... or if it is more than that..." Yazoo really couldn't say but he knew that he was hurting his beloved. The truth was that Kadaj and Loz had not hurt him this much... he and Kadaj had experienced really hard times last year and now they were closer than ever... was it the same as what he felt right now?

"Is this part of the reason why you want to stay away from me?" Sephiroth carefully asked. "I am sorry that it is so hard for you, it complicates things..."

It also explained why Valentine was so cranky all the time...

"Thank you, I don't want to stay away but I don't know if we can be close again as I would like. Was it easy for you? To shut your old feelings off like that? How long did it take?"

Yazoo didn't want to get off the phone yet. Lying back on the bed, he gazed past his feet out at the sky, which was lit up with the colors of early evening sunset, the golden light turning to orange and pink.

"Well, technically I still have to work on that," Sephiroth quietly admitted. "I am not obsessed anymore and I do not feel the need to possess you. I can accept that it does us no good to be together in a non brotherly way and I rationally understand that it is wrong. But it does take time to deconstruct emotions. I must admit that I am surprised though. After all the things I did to you, there is hardly anything lovable about me."

So it's a process then... Yazoo should have realized that... and actually, he had been told that before when Vincent told him that he had tried to vanquish his emotional needs and only equate his need for companionship with a basic carnal need of the body when he came to Yazoo. That night, when the Fairy had taken over the reins, Vincent lost control and it all came back at once to haunt him. That was one case where it had worked out for the best. However, on the other side of the coin, Sephiroth had tried to squash his basic emotional need for love and look where it got them. It drove him crazy... For Yazoo to try and shut any feelings off as he had done last year would be foolish and would ruin them all... but was this method helping? This honesty, this talking things out? It did seem to make him feel better but it wasn't helping Vincent to know just how Yazoo still felt about his brother...

"You are not unlovable, Brother. Because you were misguided by stupid adults when they should have loved and cherished you, does that give me the right to hate you? It is being fixed now, isn't it? All I ask is that you keep working on it for as long as it takes. Despite what happened, despite the domination, which I loathed, there were times where I could feel that you really did care about me. You did raise me. Loz, Kadaj and I are not completely feral."

A smirk passed over Yazoo's lips at that, as the inevitable imagery of children running amok, frightening all the adults away. "Before all that time at the Lotus, you did make me feel special and treasured and I wanted nothing more than to be yours forever..."

Feeling emotionally drained, Sephiroth leaned his head against his knuckles, listening to what Yazoo had to say.

"I will get better," he then stated, quite matter-of-factly. "Therapy is helping a lot. I wonder how you will solve the problem, though. How do you plan on coping with these feelings on your own? Does Valentine know?"

"I… don't know. Yes, Vincent and I have only just talked about it this afternoon. I must admit: this is why I chose this evening to ask you these things. I might lose him... I will take your advice and talk to someone about it. Otherwise, I don't know what to do, Brother." He ached for Vincent's smile but he didn't know where else to turn.

"I see," Sephiroth drawled, a tiny smirk audible in his voice. "Feel free to always talk to me. We are in this together, sharing the same problem. Why not find a solution together?"

He leaned back, crossing his legs. "For whatever you need me, I will be there for you. It must be hard for Valentine to follow in my footsteps after all. I see him trying but it seems that he´s not quite succeeding, is he? Otherwise you wouldn´t have called..."

Yazoo blinked, "No, Brother... I appreciate you being here for me but my reason for talking to you about this was not because I am not finding completion with Vincent. Far from it. Honestly, I didn't even mean to bring up all I did to you today..." He felt like a fool but it was better it was all out in the open anyways. Why was Brother lashing out on Vincent all of a sudden? "Vincent is perfect and I am... tainted..."

"Is that so? I wonder. If he´s so perfect then there´s no need for you to still gush about me, hm?"

Sephiroth´s voice had gotten a mean edge. If Yazoo wanted to hate him, he´d give the boy plenty of opportunity to, see where it´d lead them... "Say little brother; do you still dream about me? The nice things I did to you... in the tree house?"

An involuntary moan escaped Yazoo's throat and his eyes went wide at the accidental utterance.

"Who's gushing?" He bristled into the phone. "I can see your therapy is working wonders! If you are going to be such an ass then I can't talk to you right now."

He sat up quickly and cut the line, anger racing through him at the automatic arousal that he felt at such memories. Fuck you, Brother...

The contradictory message made Sephiroth frown but then he hung up as well, slowly setting the phone down. Well, it seemed that he had been at least part victorious... He doubted that Yazoo´d want to talk to him for a while now. Good for the boy, he needed to sort his stuff out. Getting up, he motioned to the nurse that he was done now and the bulky man got up to get Sephiroth´medication ready.

Meanwhile Yazoo had stood up and paced the room, willing himself to calm down. Once he had composed himself, he heard a shout from the hallway.

Yuffie, Kadaj and Cloud were making a ruckus out there as they often did when Kadaj visited. It was still early and customers would be arriving within the next couple of hours. Kadaj still being here meant his beloved was still here as well and Yazoo wanted to see him again. His mind must be full of troubled thoughts and it was all Yazoo's fault.

He approached Cloud's room, seeing that the door was open and knelt down behind his brother who was seated cross-legged on the floor now. How the noise managed to carry all the way from two rooms over might have been a surprise to Yazoo, considering how quietly the three teens sat now but it wasn't. He was no stranger to the abilities of at least two of the three sets of lungs in the room and how powerful they could be.

"What are you up to?" He asked, a smile on his face as he curled his arms around the boy's shoulders. Kadaj was not-so-subtly gazing at Cloud from his side of the circle.

"Nothing," the boy muttered, quickly glancing at Cloud and licking his lips. It was just a tiny little payback for all the adults never telling Kadaj what was going on; he had his own business as well that he didn´t feel like explaining to them.

"You done talking with Vincent?" he asked, looking up at his brother. Yuffie was snickering at him and he shot her a glare but didn´t shake Yazoo away. He didn´t care if he looked like a baby, being held like that... if Cloud didn´t and the blond seemed pretty neutral on the issue.

Yazoo almost sighed. Kadaj was of the age where he didn't want to be Yazoo's little munchkin anymore and the middle child knew that he really shouldn't treat him this way anymore. However, he loved his Dajy so very much. He was happy that the boy let Yazoo be openly loving with him in public still but those days were numbered.

"Not yet, I am about to finish up with him now. There is something important I would like to talk to you about, my love, but I am not feeling the best right now. It concerns what you asked me earlier and I am very sorry I didn't say anything sooner. Forgive me?"

"It´s okay," Kadaj said quietly, trying to be understanding. It was bothering him, all that new stuff he had learned and it confused him, but he had also noticed that he had provoked an argument between Vincent and Yazoo, and he hadn´t wanted that. Maybe he could ask Sephiroth later. Big brother seemed to be very understanding these days...

"Give me just a minute to say goodbye to everyone and then I´ll come down?"

"Certainly," Yazoo smiled down at Kadaj, "Take your time. No hurry."

He was happy his lil babe was so close to his friends and didn't want to leave them. On his way down to the side entrance, Yazoo stopped just outside in the hall to whisper to one of the bodyguards.

"Please keep an eye on that room, alright, and escort him down when he is ready to leave?" Yazoo also requested another of the four bodyguards posted on the floor to escort him down as well. When he was safely standing next to Rude outside, he thanked the other man and sent him back up to mind the top floor. Across the parking lot, his eyes immediately found his beloved in the parked Mercedes.

Vince…

He didn't know what to say, didn't want to approach the vehicle if Vincent had requested time apart from Yazoo... so he respected the request, taking a seat on one of the red carpeted steps, simply gazing at his love. He wanted to run to him with a barrage of promises that he would move on, that Vincent would be his one and only, which the man already was as far as he was concerned. However, until Big Brother no longer occupied his thoughts, until Yazoo no longer felt such concern for him all the time, his promises would seem empty. He had to give his beloved the undeniable proof that Yazoo's heart ached for Vincent and Vincent alone.

Vincent had leaned his forehead against the wheel, waiting and trying not to think. If he would follow his emotions, he´d have run back up there, pushing their fight out of his mind, pretending it hadn´t happened, because he needed Yazoo, wanted to be close again... but Vincent also knew that there was no future for them as long as the matter wasn´t settled.

He didn´t want to ask himself every moment if Yazoo was thinking of someone else while they were together and it just wasn´t healthy for Yazoo either. He needed to be free of his brother´s influence, THEY needed to be free, finally! Vincent had to be hard on this... which was also why he didn´t get out of the car when he noticed his husband from out of the corner of his eye. Forcing himself to look away, Vincent kept waiting until finally Kadaj came down so that he could bring him home...

Playing with his engagement ring, sliding it down his slim knuckle to turn and twist it around his finger, Yazoo sighed. His beloved sat right there, just out of reach and the youth only watched him longingly. It was rather comforting though, seeing him there, knowing his husband loved him even though he had let the man down so badly. Folding his arms, Yazoo set his chin down on his wrist, getting comfortable. He would sit here as long as he could until someone requested him. He didn't feel like waiting in his room until a gentleman caller stopped in, not when Vincent was here. Fuck them all.

Just a few moments later, after he had said his farewells to Loz and Tifa and his friends, Kadaj quickly came down the stairs, feeling a bit awkward with the bodyguard that followed him. He found Yazoo sitting on the stairs all by himself and Kadaj could see that Vincent was sitting in the car, not looking at his brother. It seemed that they had had a big fight indeed, with how unhappy they both looked...

Biting his lips, Kadaj crouched down to hug his brother in pretty much the same manner he had been hugged a few minutes ago by Yazoo.

"I´m going home now. I´m sorry you had a fight," he mumbled into long silver hair.

Yazoo turned his head to kiss Kadaj's cheek. "That is alright. It is not your fault at all. Please don't trouble yourself over it. Really, I should have told you outright what happened long ago. I am glad you and Big Brother talked about sex though. That means you are ready to know exactly what went on last year..."

Scooting over so that Kadaj could sit with him, Yazoo wanted to touch him, hold his hand, soften the information that he would share from his own lips with a gentle hand but he was also afraid to touch Kadaj for the boy might consider him disgusting after they spoke just as he had a year ago. His hands curled around his own kneecaps as he started.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. When Big Brother was little, a very bad man took advantage of him. He made Brother have sex with him... then, when I was no longer a baby, Sephiroth didn't know how to handle it and started having sex with me. We continued like that until last year, when he sold you and Vincent helped me see that what Big Brother wanted from me was wrong."

He quieted, not sure what he needed to explain. He wanted to say so much more but he didn't want to overload Kadaj before he was ready to know.

"...Okay." Kadaj wasn´t sure if he had really understood what Yazoo had been telling him. Or how he was supposed to react. All this had happened when he had been with his brothers and still he hadn´t known anything about it, and now it seemed as if he couldn´t quite connect the two sides he knew of them. It was as if Yazoo was talking about strangers and not their family. They were still the brothers he knew, weren´t they?

"But it´s all right now, isn´t it?"

"It is just fine. Our brother is healing well. Vincent was worried about you today, that is why he got angry. He was afraid Brother might take advantage of you too but I don't think this will be a problem. You just tell me if you are ever feeling uncomfortable, okay? And not just with Brother, but with anyone. Tell me, Lozzy, Vincent or if it is with someone outside the family, tell Sephiroth too okay? He worries about you too, I know he does. We just want to know that you are safe."

"Okay, thanks. Will do." Quite frankly, Kadaj enjoyed all the attention he got now. First it had been Yaz, who had been the most important person, then Sephiroth with his illness and now everyone seemed to be concerned about Kadaj these days. It felt good to be noticed and worried about even though Kadaj also knew he was kind of selfish, thinking like this.

"So why did you and Vincent fight then? Did I say something wrong?"

"No, you didn't say anything wrong at all. I did actually. It is all my fault. I hurt Vincent being so gloomy all the time." Though Yazoo wanted to be honest, he wasn't sure how far he should let Kadaj know about their marital problems. He and Vincent had only been married about a day and a half or so and already, they had such dramatic problems. None of it was Vincent's doing either.

"I have become a drama queen it seems." He smiled at the ridiculousness of that statement and how true it was. If Kadaj handled the information shared so far fairly well, then Yazoo might tell him more but it really was an awful lot to burden a young teen with.

"No, you haven´t," Kadaj assured, giving his brother another small hug, glad that it hadn´t been his fault. "I hope you can sort it out, I think Vincent really loves you..."

Feeling a bit awkward about saying such adult things when really Kadaj felt that he had no clue about such things at all, he stood. "I think I better get going now. It´s getting late and I don´t want Vincent to wait for me."

Yazoo gave the boy another kiss on the cheek. He so loved his little brother. Kadaj was a very understanding, bright young soon-to-be-man who Yazoo knew he tended to overprotect. He only hoped he wasn't stifling the poor kid. It didn't seem so. Watching them as Vincent pulled out of the alley parking lot, Yazoo finally rose to return to his room and freshen up as he was on call tonight.

tbc

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