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[ UNEXPECTED VIDEO! | MEMORY THEATER ]

[Unlike most of the dirty laundry the curses air on days like these, this video takes place right here in the City-- specifically, the men's shower at the hospital. Here, among the haze of steam, two men are pressed against one another in one of the stalls, bare-chested, water-slick, and unaware they're being filmed-- or, perhaps, indifferent.

Frankie Dalton, expression a bit glazed, lifts his chin as Robert Chase leans against his chest, swaying slightly as he murmurs something that doesn't rise above the beating hiss of the water.

Slowly, leaning into Frankie's arm, the doctor sinks to his knees.

And that is where this video ends.]

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Deal with it however you want.

[One Robert Chase is probably as good as another? Frankie doesn't know him well enough to debate the point.]

If it helps, pretty sure we didn't do anything. I mean, the slugs didn't, not with us.

I'd like to deal with it by not posting it to all my friends. Can you take it down?

[He's listening through the palms clamped to his face.]

I have no idea what you're talking about.

You think I wouldn't if I could?

[The intonation would not be the slightest bit different if he'd said Are you fucking stupid? instead.]

Must be, I guess, a couple years now. There were these things-- parasites. Fat fucking slugs crawled in people's ears and took over. Don't remember a lot of it, but you and me both had 'em in our heads.

I think it's worth asking.

[Defensive sarcasm. No, but I think you might be. Then a sigh.]

Right, so we weren't making out in a shower, it was a slug taking my body for a joyride. Good to know.

Far as anyone could tell they just left the bodies on the floor, went back after.

[This thud is Chase's forehead against the computer monitor he's talking to.]

As far as anyone could tell.

[It's not sharp anymore, just mildly despairing.]

What the fuck do you want? All I remember's waking up tied to a fucking chair with Amory fucking Felix's blood on my face and shredded fingers. Rest is all a blur.

I've just watched myself in my non-consensual soft porn debut. You might need to give me more than five minutes to be over it, Frankie. It was a curse. I get it.

Yeah. Sorry.

[Probably they both have a right to be a bit worked up about this.]

You're not sounding laid back, yourself.

[Pause.]

Might want to tell Eden I was joking about kissing you on new years.

Really would've liked this shit to stay buried.

[He sighs.]

Dunno what you're talking about but don't worry. She's been through this shit already, she knows it wasn't me. Us.