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also the transparent if anyone wants it!

you get more if you stop and meet his eyes. you still get some if you don't look keep head down keep walking.

and it's just got me tapping out disjointed thoughts in a word doc right now thinking of... what was he thinking. he Saw You. he Knew.

was he wondering if he had finally cracked as well, seeing the ghosts of his failures just as ortega did? that of course his ghosts had new scars, looked broken and tired, because his ghost wouldn't be of the last time they saw sidestep alive it would be of that corpse on the autopsy table.

was he haunted anew by what he'd done, what he hadn't done? did he question if this time he was right, this time it was an agent sent to destroy the rangers, and it was his fault that he let them have that body without a fight?

and he couldn't even talk to anyone about it. nobody. because he had never shared those autopsy photos. had held that secret alone for years. so while ortega could see ghosts and crash out publicly he had to see that ghost and not even blink. no sign of recognition. no lingering look. no second glance.

Happy birthday to @agentnatesewell's Surina Batra!

Go to a party, they said. Flash that smile at a few cameras, charm a few ladies. It'll be fun, they said. Just be careful with the drinks. Your image is too fragile for another disaster, blah blah blah.

So guess who stole a whole damn bottle? Cause fuck them and fuck my image. That's what you'd have said, right? Would have shared it with you, but hey. Can't have fucking everything.

Not like you'd ever come to a place like this anyway. Not even to this rooftop. You'd like the view though, I promise. Or maybe you wouldn't like heights anymore. Maybe I shouldn't like heights either.

Looks like a toy world down there. Little toy cars, little toy people living little plastic lives. That's funny, right? You'd find it funny. You'd laugh. I think you'd laugh.