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[ sitting, stiffly, on the couch. he's spent every second since Lelouch said her name going over what he could possibly have meant. Tear... need... need Tear. I need Tear? we need Tear? to see Tear? to talk to Tear? if only he'd said yes or no; at least Suzaku would have something to go on. at the sound of her voice, he stands up, moves to the door, and puts on a smile. he'll be the last to lecture anyone this morning; thirty-six hours straight. ]