[Has Scout forgotten that Spy is a puzzle, wrapped in an enigma, shrouded in riddles, lovingly sprinkled with intrigue, express mailed to Mystery, Alaska? He's endured worse. It doesn't help that he's accustomed to Scout's presence; the pitch of his voice, his tone and its ranges, they all ring familiar to Spy, no matter which way Scout decides to churn it out of his body. If this is a game, of patience and childishness and stubbornness, Spy will win, dammit.
His mind flips into safety mode, his shoulders deflating. While he's still conscious, he's not exactly awake, either.]
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His mind flips into safety mode, his shoulders deflating. While he's still conscious, he's not exactly awake, either.]