[YOU'RE HIS FAVORITE PERSON, SHAWN. Admittedly, it made his stomach twist a little in helplessness that he couldn't just dredge this up for himself, but the fact that he actually had people looking out for him made it... Somewhat better. At least he wasn't helpless, abandoned and forgotten, even if he had made a life of alienating people.]
You're a saint, Shawn. [He picked up one of the candy balls.] And I'm an archangel, so I can totally approve sainthood. You'll be Saint Shawn of the infirmary contraband.
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Date: 2010-03-24 10:03 pm (UTC)You're a saint, Shawn. [He picked up one of the candy balls.] And I'm an archangel, so I can totally approve sainthood. You'll be Saint Shawn of the infirmary contraband.