"A drive," he answers. "Your car." Prokopenko doesn't know why he said until they're almost at the doors. He knows what he fucking wants, and maybe he can try. Maybe it won't end badly, and if it does then they go down in a fiery crash or something and he never has to deal with it.
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Date: 2017-02-22 06:40 pm (UTC)