"It was when you were getting fucked." Rider put his half-smoked fag back in the cigarette carton, then stood up, offering his hand to Pyxis. "Let's go. You can put some tights or something on if you want, but I'm taking you out."
He raised an eyebrow at her. "I understand mood swings. I'm not in the mood to deal with them right now. So come with me and we'll work on fixing your problems instead of wallowing in them."
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