( the dramatics make sara roll her eyes, give him a nudge with her elbow, not even half as hard as she could, all in spite of the way the corners of her mouth creep into a small smile of their own accord. not that she'll admit it, but she's starting to realize how much she's really missed his indescribable brand of ... leonard-ness in the time since the vanishing point. this place might be some twisted kind of limbo, but at least it's given her this small — albeit occasionally frustrating — reprieve. )
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You're an idiot.