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Grant arrived with a six-pack and it seemed cruel to leave him in the rain. Fitz was terrified of accidental cruelty since the Framework. They drank until the light faded and it was safe to talk.

"I hate who I was here," said Grant.

Fitz laughed, hollow. "I hate who I am everywhere."

"Don't." Grant took his hand. "You're stronger than all of them."

Fitz stared at him. "Why would you say that?"

"If you're evil, how is it you've only done good on this side?"

Fitz didn't answer, but when Grant leaned in to kiss him, he didn't protest.