"Look, Mike," Hobbes said, stopped, not turning around. "I just. I thought...I don't know what I thought." His fingers clenched, unclenched. "I don't know how this works," he said after a very quiet, shaking pause. "I don't know where this thing that...the stuff we do starts and ends. I don't. I don't understand it. And you and Chris...."
Were Mike And Chris. Probably always will be, too.
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Were Mike And Chris. Probably always will be, too.