... s'fine.

[ it's not, really, but alfyn's getting used to being forced into seeing this man over and over again, now. ]

Gotta say, I'm not lovin' that some kinda twisted fate out there decided that we ought to match, but I like to think that it wanted me and Therion to be a set, instead. [ a weak joke, as he thumbs at the bottom of the cut across his left eye, where it ends in his cheek. ] Timmy's alright. That's what mattered most, then.