[For a long few seconds, all Stephen does is stand there. His head is pounding, he's exhausted, and he just. Wants. To sleep. He doesn't want to talk about this, he doesn't want to think, he doesn't...he doesn't...
He pulls back the arm holding the shirt, bringing it back to his chest. But he does not yet turn around.]
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He pulls back the arm holding the shirt, bringing it back to his chest. But he does not yet turn around.]
What else did you do, Mephisto? No more secrets.