[ He jerks back slightly, several thoughts occurring and colliding at once.
Maybe that's why he thinks he works for the president--/--Uncle, he can't be an uncle, he doesn't have a--/--sister.
The knowledge of her crashes down on him. He puts out a hand blindly, misses the door frame, feels for it again and hangs on.
No, he doesn't have a sister. He couldn't forget a sister.
But forgetting a nephew is reasonable?
He has to close his eyes for a moment to gather himself. God, how is he supposed to be responsible for anyone right now when every new memory hits like a truck?
What happened to his sister? ]
Chase, I swear-- [ The words are annoyed and natural and utterly, utterly wrong. ] Excuse me a minute.
[ Sam retreats, first to his room, then to its bathroom.
Where he throws up his half-finished sandwich into the toilet. ]
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Maybe that's why he thinks he works for the president--/--Uncle, he can't be an uncle, he doesn't have a--/--sister.
The knowledge of her crashes down on him. He puts out a hand blindly, misses the door frame, feels for it again and hangs on.
No, he doesn't have a sister. He couldn't forget a sister.
But forgetting a nephew is reasonable?
He has to close his eyes for a moment to gather himself. God, how is he supposed to be responsible for anyone right now when every new memory hits like a truck?
What happened to his sister? ]
Chase, I swear-- [ The words are annoyed and natural and utterly, utterly wrong. ] Excuse me a minute.
[ Sam retreats, first to his room, then to its bathroom.
Where he throws up his half-finished sandwich into the toilet. ]