[It's the look in his eyes that makes Casey cave, ultimately. The panic of too late is uncomfortably familiar. He needs to know where the letter is.]
You didn't lose it, [he says quietly, trying to look resolute before the guilt drags his gaze right to his toes. He'd do it again if he had to, but he still feels badly for it.] I gave it to them.
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You didn't lose it, [he says quietly, trying to look resolute before the guilt drags his gaze right to his toes. He'd do it again if he had to, but he still feels badly for it.] I gave it to them.