*spares only the most fleeting thought for the knowledge that you'd be singing quite a different tune today, if you knew his true motive that first day in the hospital(but that was then and this is now and maybe, maybe I don't have to be like that)*
*his lips twitching in amusement (but there is gratitude in it, too)* Curvo's an acquired taste. But he may also be the best of us, these days. Besides Mother, I suppose. *picks up your hand and kisses it lightly, dismissing that thought almost immediately (I don't think she was ever one of us)* I'll see you soon.