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“Further in.”

Captain sighed, then nodded.

“It didn’t go well then?”

“The therapist is some posh guy that was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and probably one up his arse too.”

“Was he patronizing?”

“No, but he didn’t have a clue. People who haven’t done what I’ve done, seen what I’ve seen, experienced what I’ve experienced, they don’t have a clue. They look at me like I’m this big, brave captain who fought off the evil in this world, but it’s not true. I fought the evil, but I am the evil too.”

“You’re not evil—”

“Don’t, Rory.”

Rory hung his head. “Sorry, you’re right, I don’t understand. Maybe you are evil, but so is everyone sometimes.”

“I can’t imagine you being evil.”

Rory snorted, then mumbled, “Give it a few months, and you might change your mind.”

“Won’t happen.”

“Maybe you’ve done evil things, whatever ‘evil’ means, but you’ve been great to me. You helped me when I was stabbed, and you’ve looked out for Ollie and me. Those weren’t evil acts.”

Captain breathed out of his nose, then shut his eyes.

“I messed up.”

Rory frowned. “Messed up?”

“I got defensive when he asked about my dreams. He picked away at them, and I got mad, shouted at him, and he lookedscared. It made me feel good at the time, but now I feel like shit about it.”

“He’s a therapist, I’m sure he’s had people shout at him before.”

“But look at me,” Captain mumbled. “How’d you feel if I got in your face and shouted all my anger at you?”

Captain was without a doubt the biggest man Rory had ever seen. Wide shoulders, masculine jaw, huge muscles, and barely contained rage swirling in his eyes.

“Pretty damn terrified.”

“Exactly. The guy was shaking; I scared him so much. I’m such a bastard.”

“Just make another appointment and say sorry.”

Captain snorted. “No way I’m going back, I’m not going to subject him to that again, but don’t worry, Doctor Pichard has given me some pills to sleep, so hopefully everyone will have a better night, but sorry if tomorrow I’m a walking zombie.”

“Doubt I’ll see a difference.”

Captain laughed and dropped his boots to the floor.

“Hey—”

Rory turned towards Zeke’s voice. Zeke stood in the cell doorway with a small smile on his face. His forehead gleamed with sweat, and his towel was draped over his shoulder.

“Wanna go work out?”

Captain nodded. “Sounds like a plan.” He glanced at Rory. “You don’t mind, do you?”

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