[He muttered a bit to himself as he sat down where she had indicated.] It's stress.
[It was easier to make a number of excuses for his condition. First it was that he was psychic, but then that didn't seem to fit right. So now it was stress, because that's what Bella had said in a way to calm him and ignore the reality that maybe it was worse than everyone had thought. Rabastan could agree with that. He was always under duress. It was the nature of the job, after all. Revolution.
He let his eyes roam around the room, noticing how clean it was compared to his place. There wasn't paint splattered everywhere, or scratches on the walls from sleepless nights. It felt comfortable in its simplicity. Very comfortable. He liked it.]
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[It was easier to make a number of excuses for his condition. First it was that he was psychic, but then that didn't seem to fit right. So now it was stress, because that's what Bella had said in a way to calm him and ignore the reality that maybe it was worse than everyone had thought. Rabastan could agree with that. He was always under duress. It was the nature of the job, after all. Revolution.
He let his eyes roam around the room, noticing how clean it was compared to his place. There wasn't paint splattered everywhere,
or scratches on the walls from sleepless nights. It felt comfortable in its simplicity. Very comfortable. He liked it.]
Is...Jay your boyfriend?