( Leonard sags back against a bookcase, letting his relief show. Adding even more temporal fuckery to their existing problem of being here at all was something he preferred to avoid. )
Well, thank God. Same, ( he confirms, and runs a hand back through his hair, thinking. )
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Well, thank God. Same, ( he confirms, and runs a hand back through his hair, thinking. )
When did you get here? This morning?