The Federation have a think tank of Augments. All brilliant and damaged beyond hiding. Julian's always felt like they're somehow more acceptable than him, showing what they are openly rather than everyone wondering 'What's wrong with that one?' when they know what he is.
He hesitantly squeezes back, glancing up to give her a shaky smile. "Miles yelled at me that I've been letting him win at darts." It was something that helped a little, after the sharpness of his return from the internment camp.
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Date: 2016-04-24 03:47 am (UTC)He hesitantly squeezes back, glancing up to give her a shaky smile. "Miles yelled at me that I've been letting him win at darts." It was something that helped a little, after the sharpness of his return from the internment camp.