[It's been a little while, and more than anything what he wants to to is forget the whole interlude, turn his back on her entirely, maintain a facade of cold indifference. But what she'd said, about caring-- it gets under his skin, spreads like slow poison through his blood.
Ludicrous as he believes it to be, it still tugs at him. Something no-one has ever said to him... and, well. A man dying of thirst craves water, does he not?]
Dr. Ziegler. I owe you an apology for my behaviour, the last time we spoke.
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Date: 2017-08-15 08:00 pm (UTC)Ludicrous as he believes it to be, it still tugs at him. Something no-one has ever said to him... and, well. A man dying of thirst craves water, does he not?]
Dr. Ziegler. I owe you an apology for my behaviour, the last time we spoke.