Okay... just to say I am so royally pissed off right now. Just received an anonymous review, basically telling me to give up writing. WHAT THE FUCK?! Look... whoever you are, you don't PAY to read my stuff okay? It's your own choice, and if you have nothing nice to say then don't start flaming me.

Urrgghhhh still pissed off... BUT not giving up! I'm not freaking perfect I know that, hence why I practise using this site. Some people just love writing shit to upset others and that is wrong. I have no problem with constructive critism but when you just write 'pathetic, give up writing' why the hell should I?

So this is for you loser, screw you!

Anyway, back to all you nice people who I actually keep writing for. Yeah, this chapter should be interesting to say the least but still, I'll see what I can do. Drama! :)

Now... everyone, here is the next chapter, also in Gary's POV :) (sorry about the ranting ^^)

Chapter Fifteen: I'll look after you

Ever get the feeling when something totally unexpected, but is in fact totally expected is about to happen and yet you can't seem to do anything about it?

Yeah, that.

For an odd reason I just know things are going to kick off, not with Ash, he's way too off his face to even talk properly. No, something a bit more dangerous. Like I am expecting something.

My arms were starting to ache as I literally carried Ash home, his legs were dragging on the floor as the rain continued to hammer down onto us. It was very difficult to balance holding him and the umbrella stable all at the same time.

Okay, it wasn't difficult it was annoying, along with his constant slurring.

"And... then I said... wha-what's the... name of this... this act. And... she.. she said... the... Aris... Aristocrats!" He burst out laughing at his own stupidity, almost pulling me over from his weight.

God, he was so freaking heavy when his body would not co-operate.

For about ten minutes all I had heard were these stupid aimless jokes about God knows what.

Was I meant to know any of this?

"Yes... that's great," I said sighing heavily.

It was bad enough trying to stop myself from being off balance, let alone Ash. His body was almost completely flaccid and unable to function properly.

What the hell had he drunk? Battery acid?

"Gaaaaarrrryyyyy~"

I cringed as he literally sang my name loudly in the street, his eyes all hazed over as his arms swung around like propellers. Holding him tightly so he wouldn't fall I hesitated in answering him.

"Yes?"

"Guess... guess what?"

I could feel another sigh beginning to form in my throat but it soon fizzled away when large clouded brown eyes stared into my own.

God, he had that appearance that a puppy has when it wants a treat or something. You just can't seem to resist that look and end up giving in.

"What?"

"... I farted..."

Snickering loudly I could not help but sigh. I felt like I was caring for a disabled person right now, but even so it was still sort of cute seeing Ash so completely out of it. I was surprised he even knew my name.

"Thanks for that bit of information," I replied, the sarcasm lacing the tone of my voice.

Ash just giggled childishly as I dragged him home.

It wasn't long now, and then I could settle him on the sofa with a warm mug of my special black coffee. Hopefully that would do the trick and sober him up a little. Dealing with an intoxicated Ash was actually more difficult than I ever thought.

Even so, my gut feeling told me to expect something. Something I wouldn't like, and usually my gut was right.

It took longer than I ever thought to actually arrive back at Ash's place.

He had escaped my grip a few times and ended up sitting in the middle of the road, making funny noises with his lips and then laughing childishly. It had taken all my strength to get him up and walking again.

Man... I deserved an award for this, maybe a knighthood or something.

"Th... there!" He called out, pointing across the road, eyes wide in astonishment as we walked up to the front gate. My eyes looked over to the spot he had pointed to only to see there was nothing there.

"What?" I asked, my voice sounding a lot colder than I wanted, but he was oblivious. I think that the world could implode on itself and he would still be blissfully content.

"Don't... you... you... see it?" He whined, turning to me then back to the empty space that had caught his interest.

Sighing for what seemed like the hundredth time I grabbed the front door keys from his jeans pocket, which was kind of difficult given the position I was in. Ash giggled at my touch, swaying violently.

"Hahahaha... that... that... tickles!" He cried, his voice way too loud for my ears.

Cringing I just accepted it and continued to keep him steady against me as I dragged him towards the front door. Having both my hands full, one with Ash and the other with an umbrella opening the door would mean letting go of him.

I knew if I did he would end up on the floor again. But what options did I have?

As I momentarily let go of the wavering boy to unlock the door I was right. It didn't take long before his body slumped to the ground, giggling to himself while the rain started to soak him once again.

Rolling my eyes I unlocked the door and then shoved the keys in my jeans pocket. I outstretched a hand to him.

"Come on Ash, get up,"

He pouted and attempted to fold his arms.

"Whyyy?" He whined again, his eyes not really focusing on anything. It was almost like he could see right through me.

Gritting my teeth I grabbed him by the arm and yanked him up into a standing position.

"Because you can't stay out here, you'll catch a cold!" I said severely, feeling like I was his Mother or something.

His face turned into a frown as he leaned against me for support.

"What... what's a... cold?"

"Forget it," I replied coldly, pushing the front door open and dragging us both inside.

Okay, obstacle one was taken care of. I managed to get him safely home.

Next obstacle was making sure he didn't hurt himself while I made the coffee and got things sorted for him.

If I just sat him down on the sofa what could he do to injure himself?

I flicked the light switch on and the room became illuminated. Even though it wasn't that late it was still really dark.

Well, the weather didn't really help out much, it made it look like it was the middle of winter or something.

"Gaaarrrryyyy~!" Ash called out loudly from beside me, gently tugging on my t-shirt.

"What?"

His face screwed up into a look of confusion and pain.

"I... need... need... to... pee,"

Oh great! Now I would have to take him to the toilet as well? This was not in my contract!

I sighed under my breath, but I couldn't risk him going up the stairs by himself and then ending up injured somehow, so I decided to accompany him.

"Okay then, I'll take you," I murmured, feeling even more like a carer now.

Ash shook his head wildly, his hair splashing me with water with every turn as he continued to lean against me.

"Noooooo... I'll... be... fine!"

"Ash, you can't even walk! How will you manage to get up the stairs?" I said crossly to him.

His face seemed confused, like he did not understand me, well in this state it was understandable. Getting this much sense out of him was a bonus right now.

He nodded weakly, obviously letting me take him to the bathroom.

Yes, the thought was incredibly strange, but I needed to make sure he would be okay. I wasn't that much of a prick, give me some credit here!

I made my way towards the stairs, Ash in tow.

It made the whole activity that much harder, especially when you have to stop yourself from falling down the stairs too. I couldn't really hold him any tighter than I was, otherwise I would've crushed him.

Why wouldn't his jellylike legs frickin' work?

Sighing I continued dragging his flaccid body up each step, watching as he giggled all the way. I didn't even know what was funny, but then again I wasn't the one who was hammered.

Suddenly without warning his leg slipped and his knee came into contact with one of the steps heavily, causing him to wince and cry in pain. Luckily he didn't fall.

"Ouch!" He cried, closing his eyes as his body adjusted to the fall. Pulling him upright again I looked him over. He didn't seem too badly fazed, just maybe a little shocked from the stumble.

"You okay?" I asked quietly, looking at his pain stricken face. It soon changed to a more relaxed expression as his innocent brown eyes met mine.

"Mmm yeah," He mumbled, now managing to wrap one of his arms around my waist to stop that incident from happening again.

As I dragged him up step by step a part of me felt like this was my punishment for abandoning him. If I hadn't of acted like a jerk then Ash would not be in this state in the first place.

Ultimately this was all because of me. But then again it was worth it, having Ash in this state, not actually aware of the real problems in his head was giving me time to make amends for what I did wrong, even if it was unspoken.

"Gaarrryyy, stop... it. I can... pee... okay?!" Ash wailed, not liking the fact I was stood by his side in the bathroom.

Sighing I turned away.

It wasn't like I was using this as an opportunity to look at his penis or anything. I was genuinely concerned, what if he fell over and hit his head?

"Alright, alright," I said defensively, sighing under my breath.

God, he could be even more difficult when off his face. His voice got even more whiny too, but that was something I could learn to deal with.

As my eyes concentrated on the ceiling I waited for him to finish, which actually took longer than usual. I felt like I was waiting forever, but that was probably because his brain wasn't functioning properly and everything was drawn out.

When I got a rough idea that he was finished I turned around.

How he managed to pee straight was beyond me, I was expecting a mess or something. Thankfully that was not the case, no way would I clean it up if there was. Ewww no frickin' way!

"Gary..." Ash said quietly, his voice sounding small and innocent as his fingers latched onto my arm. I looked at his face, at his childlike expression.

God, why was he so damn cute like this?

"Yes?"

"I got... a …. boo... boo," He murmured, sounding like he was about to cry.

Raising an eyebrow it took a while before I understood what he said, and then I realised that he must've got hurt when he slipped on the stairs.

"Where?" I asked softly.

He frowned and tried to rub his leg.

So it was his leg, well the fall wasn't that bad so maybe it was just a scratch or a graze?

Just superficial, nothing major.

Closing the toilet seat I gently sat the brown eyed boy on it and knelt down to take a look at the injury. To my amazement he stayed still, not swaying or moving.

Rolling up his incredibly soaked jeans leg I noticed there was a small graze on his right shin. There was a spot of blood but nothing that needed to be worried about.

"It's only a small scratch, you should be okay," I comforted, watching as his face twisted into discomfort.

"It huuurrrts!" He cried again, acting even more like a child.

I sighed, continuing to scan the injury.

Seriously, it wasn't like he had broke it or anything, it was a tiny scratch and a bit of blood. It would heal up after a few days, no big deal.

"You'll be fine," I said softly, giving him a smile.

The pain was probably intensified because he was so drunk, but give it a few days and everything would be back to normal.

I grabbed a towel nearby and started to softly rub his hair dry, not liking the fact he was actually more soaked than I was a few hours previous. He needed to get dry and into some clean clothes, otherwise he might get ill.

I didn't want that playing on my already guilty conscience.

It took ages to drag him into his bedroom, Ash had been very reluctant, not really knowing why, but it was starting to annoy me.

Okay, I wouldn't shout and scream at him, he was hammered after all, but I'm not exactly known for my patience.

As I dragged him by his arm I sat him down on his bed. His face screwed up into discontentment.

"We need to get you out of these clothes," I stated, watching as he obviously was unable to aid me. I was surprised he even knew what I was talking about.

His clouded eyes momentarily focused on me for a millisecond before he weakly nodded.

Hastily I pulled his pale blue t-shirt up over his head, watching his face constantly. Right now he was completely unaware to his surroundings and was just allowing me to strip him easily.

It was a good job I found him when I did, God knows what could've happened.

I threw the wet piece of clothing into the laundry basket and started to unbutton his jeans.

It was strange, last time I did this it was for a completely different reason. This time it was out of kindness, not out of lust.

I managed to slither them down his legs, which felt cold to the touch and removed them kind of easily, much easier than I expected.

Throwing them into the laundry basket I just watched him. His eyes were roving around the room aimlessly, trying to make sense of where he was.

"Right, now stay here," I said sternly, looking at his face.

Did he even hear what I said?

"But... I don't... want... want to sleep!" Ash pleaded, his voice sounding incredibly whiny.

I sighed, sitting back beside him for a moment. If I knew he could stay here without injuring himself again then I could go and make the coffee so he could begin to sober up. First, I needed to make sure he wasn't going anywhere.

"Then don't, just stay here and don't move until I get back," I replied, giving him a stern glare.

He bowed his head slightly, sighing heavily as his whole body flopped backwards onto his bed and he lay there.

"Oooookkkaaaayyy"

Shaking my head in disbelief I stood up, watching the drunken boy just lying there stationary on the bed.

He probably had no idea what time of day it was, let alone that I was here looking after him. Knowing my luck he would wake up in the morning and want to know why I was here.

As the raven haired boy remained quiet and lay completely motionless on the bed I was starting to think that he took my words too literally. Oh well, at least my mind would be at rest.

Taking one final look at him I escaped the room and started my journey down the stairs, ready to create some of my legendary black coffee. That was the best cure for a drunk, it was tried and tested on myself many times.

As I walked down the stairs and entered the kitchen I begun my search through the cupboards for the coffee jar.

Even though I had been here so many times simple things like milk, coffee, sugar and stuff always evaded me. Last time I found it was only because it was sitting right in front of me, Ash had obviously moved it this time.

I would find it eventually though, I mean the kitchen was hardly huge.

Whilst I rummaged through the cupboards, pushing aside various tinned products my ears detected the ringing of the phone.

I shot up, actually wondering if it was my place to answer it.

What if it was for Ash? It could be important, and if I just go answering isn't it going to look suspicious?

The phone continued to ring, not showing any signs of stopping soon so I abandoned my task of finding the elusive coffee jar and went to answer the phone.

As I picked up the receiver I heard noises on the other end, like whoever it was that was calling seemed to be in a room that echoed.

"Hello?" I asked cautiously, just wondering who the hell was calling.

"Ah, good evening. Can I speak to Ash Ketchum please?"

I recognised the voice, it was the Doctor from the hospital. This obviously must be news connected to his Mom.

"I'm sorry, he's asleep right now, but can I take a message?"

Gritting my teeth I hated lying, but I wasn't going to tell the Doctor that he was as drunk as a skunk was I?

"Oh, I see. Well, when he wakes up could you tell him that his Mother has agreed for us to operate, and the operation will start tomorrow at 11:00am. He is more than welcome to visit her before the operation,"

I smiled, knowing this news would be the icing on the cake for him.

"Yeah, I will. Thanks Doc,"

"No problem,"

Soon after those words were into the open air the conversation ended, causing that annoying beeping sound to echo in my ear canal before placing the receiver down.

So, his Mom was going to have the operation, looks like things were getting brighter which was a good thing. Ash didn't need bad news about his Mom as well as everything I had done.

I walked back over towards the kitchen, ready to start round two of finding the coffee jar.

Huffing in annoyance I kept rechecking the places I had already checked, only to find that there was no coffee to be found. I knew he had milk, it was always in the fridge, and the sugar was on the top shelf of the cupboard, but no coffee.

Slapping my hand to my forehead it was then I realised.

Maybe he had run out of coffee and had forgotten to buy a new jar? Oh great, so I've been searching for ages for something that isn't even here?!

Whilst silently cursing about Ash's apparent forgetfulness it was then I heard knocking at the door. My eyes widened as my actions froze.

Who the hell could be visiting?

As far as I knew Ash hadn't invited anyone over.

But, what would happen if I answered the door and then the whole secret was out, about me staying with him?

Ah, stop being ridiculous! It's probably one of those people who sell you stuff at the door. Well, if it is I'll just tell them to piss off. I'm not in the mood to deal with that.

Somewhat reluctantly I walked towards the door, receiving that bad gut feeling again.

You know, when something bad is going to happen and yet even though it is totally unexpected it actually is expected at the same time?

Sighing I pushed the thought to the back of my mind and opened the door.

My eyes widened at the sight of the mystery stranger at the door, and sadly I didn't get enough time to think about what to say before I was being shouted at.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

An angry red head screamed out me, hands on hers hips.

Sighing to myself I was thinking of asking the same question, but I thought better.

"What's it got to do with you?" I shot back coldly, watching as Ash's old childhood companion stormed past me inside the house.

She must've walked here because she was soaked too, God this rain was a pain.

"It has everything to do with me!" She cried, pointing a finger at me that made me mentally flinch.

So, her apparent hatred for me was this something new, or what?

I walked over to the sofa, not actually wanting to start an argument when Ash was trying to rest upstairs.

"Why did you walk out on him?!" Misty demanded, following me as I sat down on the sofa, placing my head in my hands.

I was trying to fight off the urge to mouth off and be snappy, but I thought better. I wasn't going to sink down to her level.

"So... he told you then," I answered softly.

"Well of course he did! What, did you think that perhaps you had broken him that much he wouldn't speak to anyone? Was that your plan?!"

I sighed, just knowing that this was what my gut was trying to tell me to watch out for. Misty's eternal wrath. In all due respect though I did deserve it.

"No..." I mumbled, not even managing to look at the angry red head that stood right in my line of vision.

"Do you get a kick out of it? Huh? Breaking people and watching them suffer?"

I furrowed my brow in annoyance.

I wasn't that much of a prick, so why keep making it out that I was?

"Shut up Misty, you have no idea what the hell I've been through," I spat, glaring at her momentarily before turning away. She folded her arms and huffed.

"Well do tell me, I would love to hear the lame excuse you have for hurting Ash like you did,"

I bit the inside of my lip, knowing that she was in truth right.

It was lame, but what other excuse did I have?

"I was worried okay? Worried about what my family would think if they found out I was..."

"...Gay?" Misty interrupted me, her voice sounding softer than I was used to.

I nodded, not finding the energy to actually answer her. Sounded pathetic I know, but it was the truth.

"Why didn't you sit down and talk to Ash about it then? Why did you walk out on him and call him a mistake?!"

Holding my head in my hands I actually had no idea why I did that, I never meant to hurt him, or cause him so much pain and sorrow.

"I guess... I just couldn't,"

"Speaking of Ash... where is he?" Misty asked, looking around the room aimlessly for the brown eyed boy.

I didn't actually want to confess that he was in his bedroom absolutely off his face and it was all because of me.

"He is sleeping in his room,"

"I hope he is okay, you know you are so damn lucky that Ash loves you. If I was him I would've thought fuck this and walked away. Typical Ash though, so stubborn,"

I looked up at the red head, seeing how her face looked pained at what she just said, about how I was lucky Ash loved me. I knew that, Misty did after all like Ash but he wouldn't ever return her feelings and that was why she was so bitter towards me.

"Misty... I'm sorry. You have no idea how bad I feel for doing what I did. But reminding me about it isn't going to help right now. I know that I have made a terrible mistake and that I don't really deserve a second chance... "

"No you don't," She interrupted, making me roll my eyes.

"State the obvious why don't you," I returned sarcastically. She sighed and placed a hand to her forehead.

"God... why can't you two just flippin' grow up and talk to each other like mature adults? All these petty problems would be avoided if you actually did that instead of keeping it all bottled up,"

I sighed, rubbing my forehead with my hand.

I knew that, yet I just found it so incredibly difficult to talk about my emotions and what I was feeling.

Maybe that was because it was all new, having deep feelings for a boy that was.

"To be honest with you Gary I actually don't care if your hurting or upset about what you have done. The only person I care about in all this is Ash. He doesn't deserve all your shit,"

"Tell me something I don't already know," I muttered, wanting the vulgar redhead to leave.

I needed to make sure that Ash was okay and wasn't somehow endangering his life in anyway.

What if he wasn't on his bed and was hurting him self somehow? It was Ash after all so it was possible.

"But I swear to God, if you ever...and I mean EVER hurt Ash again, in any way I'll kill you, you got that?" She warned, giving me one of those glares that looks could kill.

I nodded, not having the energy to start World War Three.

"It's not something I plan on doing any time soon you know,"

"So why fucking do it in the first place?!"

I was losing patience, I knew I had messed it up I didn't need her buzzing in my ear like some angry bee.

There were so many things that even I didn't know, and one of those were why I was so cold towards him when I realised that he said that he loved me.

Was it because no-one had ever genuinely cared about me in that way before?

"You've made your God damn point okay? Now, if you don't mind I have things to do," I remarked coldly, standing up.

She stayed still, obviously not moving. Hands on her hips she glared at me through cold azure eyes.

"I don't give a fuck about what you want! And I am not going anywhere!"

I placed a hand to my forehead, trying to regain some patience from somewhere.

I didn't want to lose it, not now, and not over something like this.

"Move out of my way Misty,"

My voice was actually quiet calm given the circumstances.

"See this is the problem with people like you, you think you're so much better than everyone else you have to go around hurting them like they don't even matter. Well, newsflash Gary, I am the one person who won't be walked all over by you!"

Gritting my teeth I tried to keep as calm as possible.

Yes, she was insulting my egotistical behaviour, so what, even I knew I had attitude problems. So why was this getting to me?

"Misty... I couldn't give two shits... really,"

"Well that doesn't come as a surprise, you don't care about anything,"

Rolling my eyes I knew that her own blue orbs were burning into the core of my soul. If Ash actually seen this bickering though I don't think he would be pleased, after all, he did say to me that he wanted us to get along or at least be civil.

"Look... I know I did wrong, okay? Just let it go now," I tried, just wanting to go into the kitchen to get a glass of water.

If I had no coffee water had to be good enough. Her brow crinkled in disgust.

"Not until it actually sinks into that stupid skull of yours! You are so lucky, so damn lucky that Ash loves you, and you just seem completely unaffected by it!"

I shoved my hands in my jeans pocket as I sighed.

Just because she was head over heels for Ash, didn't mean everyone else would behave the same.

For God's sake she is a girl! Girl's react to love and stuff differently to boy's, she should have known that.

"Of course I am affected, just because I don't swoon or faint every five minutes over him doesn't mean I don't feel the same way. I'm not like you, you know," I remarked, smirking at my words.

I knew she would be angry, even more so than before but I didn't care. Glaring at me with intense hatred seen in her eyes she spat;

"I don't swoon over Ash!"

"Oh come on Misty, it's so obvious! The only person who hasn't realised how obvious it actually is, is you,"

Her face seemed to ignite into a deep shade of red but then soon started to fizzle away.

"This isn't about me!"

"Well how about we change it and make it about you, huh? I mean really, why did you come over here? Was it really to see if Ash was okay, or if I was here? Or was it the perfect opportunity to make a move on him when he is in a weak state of mind?"

Her mouth opened, trying to say anything before it closed again.

Did I just make her speechless?

"That... you got it all wrong! I would never do that to him!"

"Really? Be honest with me here, deep in the back of your mind you must've had a glimmer of hope that now I was 'supposedly' out of the picture you could make your move,"

Her eyes widened at my words as I continued smirking, knowing I had got her on the run right now, and somehow I had turned this whole argument around so now she was the bad person.

Man, I had skills.

"That thought never even crossed my mind!" She cried out, half in rage and half in sadness.

Well, I was kind of insulting her really bad here, I was comparing her to me in a way and obviously she would feel insulted. No one wants to be like me, and no one could anyway.

"Or is it just the fact you have no sex life of your own so you have to interfere in other's?"

Okay I went too far then, I could literally see the steam bellowing out of her ears.

"What the fuck Gary?! I didn't interfere! Ash asked me for help!"

"And you were only too happy to oblige, obviously because your life is so boring and uninteresting that you have to go meddling into other people's,"

Then I felt it, the hard contact against my cheek as she slapped me with full force.

My cheek burned in pain.

I knew it would only be a matter of time before she totally flipped out on me, I was waiting for that.

She growled and stormed past me heading towards the front door.

Was she leaving after all?

"I care about Ash, unlike you. I don't use him, hurt him or make him feel like shit. You do, and you always have! Even when you were kids!"

I gritted my teeth in annoyance, rubbing my cheek.

Yes, okay I was an ass hole back then, but I had my reasons! Ash just... wound me up occasionally and our personalities constantly clashed. It didn't mean I hated him, or wanted him to get upset.

"That was a long time ago,"

"Yet you still manage to do it now," She mused, her azure eyes piercing through me like a knife.

I sighed, just wanting her to leave and allow me to get Ash something to drink and make sure he was well looked after.

"I know I'm a jerk, I don't need you telling me that. Everyone makes mistakes Misty, and I know I made a really bad mistake by hurting Ash, but you learn from them."

She sighed, her face looking both annoyed and pained for some reason.

She paused at the front door, not ready to leave just yet.

"You better learn, if not then I promise I will kill you,"

I couldn't help but smirk.

Yeah, I would like to see her try.

"By the way, are you done attacking me now?" I asked, watching as her face softened a little.

Maybe she felt guilty for slapping me? No, probably not.

As she turned towards the door she mumbled under her breath which I managed to hear;

"For now..."

I stood there, still rubbing my cheek that seemed to feel like it was on fire.

It was burning! I never realised she could slap so God damn hard! Then again I hadn't been slapped very often.

I watched as the red head opened the front door and walked out back into Mother's Natures wrath and everything returned back to normal.

Sighing I tried to absorb everything that had just happened.

Misty had attacked me, ha! What a story to tell, actually, it would ruin my image if I went around telling people. I'll keep it to myself.

Swivelling around on my heels I turned back towards the kitchen so I could get a glass of water for Ash.

Water was the next best option, and besides he was probably so dehydrated he had passed out or something. I hadn't heard any movement since I had left the room so that was probably what had happened.

Feeling the burning sensation die down in my cheek I walked into the kitchen.

Grabbing a glass from the cupboard I filled it with water.

I hoped he was okay, I didn't like the idea of walking back into the room to find out he had passed out or had injured himself some how.

Misty was right though, I am so lucky.

She is obviously in love with him, yet for some odd reason he loves me. That is why she is always so pissed off at me. Then again I deserve it most of the time, I can be a hard person to understand and deal with at the best of times.

Still, I know that the feelings that I have for him are more than genuine and hopefully when he has sobered up properly we can talk and sort it all out.

Everyone deserves a second chance after all.

Ah! Seemed to take me ages to write this! No idea why though -_-

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