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    "Hans watched Henry and the Knight Bartosch spar, from his seat on the wooden bench, for what felt like the hundredth time that day, but was probably the third. An excessive amount, either way."

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    Hans doesn't know what his problem is, but as soon as he figures it out he's going to do something about it.

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    "See? I just knew it," Hans says, poking Henry's chest. "I knew you’d be too damn hairy. Look at all this. You're practically a barbarian."

    Henry's snort is fond when it leaves his lungs, more exhale than sound. "You're hairy too," he offers graciously, flicking his eyes down a pale chest. His memory conjures up images of blond tufts—darkened with water, clustered beneath a navel, peeking coyly from under an armpit—before he banishes them. "It's just hard to see on your arms and legs, cause your hair is so fine. It makes your skin look soft," he adds, crazily, airing a thought that should have been kept barred and bolted.

    "Do you think about my skin often, blacksmith's boy?"

    "No." Henry is distracted; Hans's finger is twisting around his chest hair, an entirely new sensation for Henry's body. His spine tingles. "Maybe. I dunno."

    Hans keeps insisting that Henry share his bed. A very normal and platonic thing to do.

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    He thinks very little about the night of the assault. He thinks far too much about the morning after, about Robby’s hand on his wrist, Robby’s arm around his shoulder, Robby’s mouth against his hair, Robby’s fingers sliding a needle into his vein.

    He wonders if a therapist would call that a trauma response or a coping mechanism, and decides that he much prefers not knowing what they would say. 

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    “Whitaker, you need to sit down. You have a concussion.” The voice next to him tries to tell him, and it's almost familiar this time.

    “Yeah I realized that, I am a fuckin' doctor. Student doctor. Whatever.” he replies, turning to squint at the man sitting next to him. “Look, can you just get Dr. Robby? He’ll tell you I'm fine, I gotta get back to work, I got… patients and shit.”

    The man looks at someone behind him, some expression he can’t quite figure out. He starts to say something else, and—oh shit he’s gonna throw up fuck—he tries to lean away and not vomit all over anyone else. He doesn't quite make it.

    “Shit,” yeah, he definitely ruined that guy’s shoes. Whoops. “Sorry.”

    prosopagnosia
    1. A form of visual agnosia characterized by difficulty with face recognition despite intact low-level visual processing.

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    Please don’t tell me the first person who ever touched your dick was Dr. Robby.”

    “Um.” He coughs.

    “Oh my god I’m gonna fucking die.

    Santos tries to solve Whitaker’s sexual hangups. Whitaker tries to save Robby’s soul. Neither initiative goes exactly to plan.

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