[For once, Guy has no desire to be mollycoddled. If anything, talking helps. It's just been so long since he's actually spoken with anyone. Silence from Guy Burgess isn't disconcerting to just his friends. It unnerves the man himself.]
So are the flowers. I've pissed liquor all over them. Or is that what camping trips are?
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[For once, Guy has no desire to be mollycoddled. If anything, talking helps. It's just been so long since he's actually spoken with anyone. Silence from Guy Burgess isn't disconcerting to just his friends. It unnerves the man himself.]
So are the flowers. I've pissed liquor all over them. Or is that what camping trips are?