[The durafoam cupping his jaw isn't enough to soften the eggshell-crack of molars clenching, the swollen bubble of outrage that he always thinks has burned out, always thinks has finally smoothed itself over, but never has and does, because nothing about his history can ever be fucking simple, can it, it's always got to rear its goddamned head when he least expects it and when he least needs it and it's not that he doesn't deserve it, but - ]
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[But.]
You know we got him in the end. The Director.
[Thought she'd like to know.]