( as much as he whines and bitches and moans about "having to" take care of all of this stuff, hardison takes a lot of pride in doing it. he likes keeping busy. having this outlet changed things for him, gave him challenges when before he had to try to find challenges for himself.
he smiles, warm and a little bashful. )
Do I really look that bad? ( he prods at his undereyes. ) Don't tell me I have bags...
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he smiles, warm and a little bashful. )
Do I really look that bad? ( he prods at his undereyes. ) Don't tell me I have bags...