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The words sunk in slowly, but they were powerful enough that it sucked ever ounce of concentration from him. Like water through his skin. She was talking about herself. She was talking about herself. She was talking about herself.
He stood up reflexively and looked at her as if she had just grown another head. The thought that he'd manage not to find out didn't paralyze him so much as the truth that this was something to discover about her. Holy shit. She was a Wild Card. He'd been running campaigns for a Wild Card. He'd gotten a Wild Card elected to CONGRESS!
That his shock meant he hadn't considered her but himself as the topic of her condemnation wasn't given a fleeting thought (surely he exposed himself now by it). It was impossible to not be completely slack-jawed by the admission.
Alistair managed to grab some measure of sense when the words sunk deep enough to no longer straight-jacket him. He folded at the knees and waist back onto the couch, set his hands on either knee, and remembered to breathe. It seemed markedly easier than remembering how to talk.