“…blue?” “Mhmm. Blue.” “…like…blue blue, or-…“ “-…oh for goodness sake, Fabian, it’s blue!” Fabian groaned as he reached up to touch the bruise that had apparently formed on his shoulder. He stepped away from Gleny, the first person who he had run into since practice (she and Gideon had been visiting), and moved through the house to get to the bathroom, twisting to get a look at his wound into the mirror. “…I think it’s more of a purple.” Fabian immediately grinned as he listened to his sister-in-law huff. He had only disagreed with her to get that reaction out of her.
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