[ Rex watches quietly as Poe rests his forehead on his shoulder, feeling -- a sort of tenderness, he supposes, for this odd man that had so abruptly entered his life. He was very fortunate to have met the both of them. It's odd to see that the man he's come to regard as a brother-in-arms of sorts feels the same way. ]
You were lucky? [ He raises a brow. ] Have you forgotten how we met?
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You were lucky? [ He raises a brow. ] Have you forgotten how we met?