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100 word fic: Damaged

After putting the damaged arm on the table, Thomas takes a seat while Guy-Man retrieves the tools to reattach it. 

“So. How’d it come off this time?” he asks, making no effort to mask his tired tone. 

There’s a suspiciously long pause. Thomas fidgets nervously. He brings up his remaining hand to rub his neck. 


If he still had eyes, Guy-Man would’ve narrowed them into irritable slits. 

"What did you do.” It’s not a question - it’s a demand. 

Thomas keeps fidgeting. 

“I don’t see how that’s important right now,” he nearly squeaks out. “What if it simply fell off?”


“So stop making that face at me…”


Dear Merlin, I am telling you now, because I’m afraid that it might be too late one day if I don’t: This was the most fun I’ve ever had. You’re next to me in my life. You’re the best person in the world, and I wouldn’t change a thing. Please remember me, even when I’m not there anymore one day to pick on you, and laugh at you, and call you names. You said I made you feel special. Well, you are special. And I would spend centuries with you if I could. I fear that the universe would rip in half if we went further apart than this, but I don’t think we have a choice. It’s not fair, but none of it ever was. Whatever the future holds, though, I don’t want you to change. I want you to always be you. Let’s make it the best life we can. Love, Arthur.