[He couldn't've said no. The way Anders' face pinches miserably, it's clear he knew that, too. Rationalization has always been a talent of his, putting pretty wrapping on ugly things. While that doesn't make everything he's said so far any less true, it does draw back the curtain on the thought that's been following him around since the night he met Pilot in the fog: Did I take advantage?]
Easily. [His voice is hollow.] I blame me. I wish he would, most days.
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Easily. [His voice is hollow.] I blame me. I wish he would, most days.