Sparkle looked at her quietly for a moment as he slipped through the door. And then hiked up a shoulder a little. So he was wearing it on his sleeve a little. Shit, he'd have to work on that.

Was going to probably look like hell for a while to come, and that just made him feel tired, now.

Or like crying. Crying a lot.

"Yeah, I know," he replied, biting the inside of his cheek. "Guess I can't plead 'Fandom' anymore, huh?"

The reality-hopping had been a nice, convenient excuse, at least.