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[ there are a lot of maybes that he doesn't care to think about. the most pressing one is that maybe he should have stayed in today; maybe he should have risked blowing more of his stockpile or abstaining and facing the exhaustion and fatigue. maybe he should never have involved himself with reid, this young man who is— mentally, at least— so strikingly similar to him. the list could go on, but he is a mentat even in mid-mack, and as a mentat he knows that there is little use in dwelling on such things. to do so would call upon too much emotion; perhaps a later date, one on which he is not preoccupied with putting his mouth on other people's mouths, would be suitable for analyzing such things, but this is not such a one.
his thoughts turn from murder to the formulation of a "better" kiss as kitty parts her lips, and he follows suit. he wonders for a moment if she is thinking of reid, perhaps comparing him to the profiler, and lays a hand lightly on her shoulder, leaning into the kiss. briefly, his eyes open to flicker with impatience toward the bot. the absurdity of this "holiday" is nearly painful, but it can't be helped— at least, not right now. ]