"Why not?" Owen runs a hand over his eyes and makes a terrible face, glad that Nikola can't see him right now. "I've apologised, haven't I? I'm here, Tesla. Begging you for help through a locked door. Grovelling back to you."
He slams his fist into the carpet. "What else can I do?"
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Date: 2010-01-01 09:57 pm (UTC)He slams his fist into the carpet. "What else can I do?"