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"I-I think so. Why–" The Professor pulling him into a hug.

"I dreamed you were dead."

Thin arms returned his embrace. "I'm alive, Professor." They sat down on either side of the table while the Professor told him everything.

At the end, all Gilligan could say was, "What a terrible dream. But it might be interesting to wear a suit and," he cleared his throat, "talk like this?" He spoke with the identical accent.

The Professor shuddered. "That's exactly what you sounded like." He held Gilligan's eyes. "Please, if you ever need anything–"

"I'll go to you, brother."

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