Re: After.
He doesn't remember.
J'anna wasn't sure how she felt about that. On the one hand this would let her pretend nothing had ever happened at all. On the other, it meant that what she had done had been for nothing at all. He didn't feel any better, and worse than that, she'd...
She didn't want to think about it. Repress, repress, repress. She wondered if Cerdian would be up for milkshakes later. She was going to need one. Or ten.
"If you'll bring the whiskey glass when you come out I'll get everything cleaned up," she offered as she turned and walked back out to the living room. It was good timing anyway. The food was there.
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