"You seem tense," said Michael, whose eyes looked a little... odd. He was smiling, in a slightly distant way, and was barely blinking, when he thrust a giant tray of assorted pastries towards Ron. "Would you like to TALK ABOUT IT? It feels better when you TALK ABOUT IT." And Michael was always ready whenever anyone needed to talk, ever! He was an archangel, and it was his job. (Except it wasn't.)
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Date: 2008-12-15 02:05 am (UTC)