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I Want to Know

Shawn leaned on his arm which was firmly placed on the table, tracing the rim of his cup which was still steaming from how hot his tea was. He merely stared at the piping liquid, lips drawn to the side in a look of deep, depressed thought. Dark brows knit into a slightly confused manner, he released a weary sigh. With a suddenly tensing shoulder, he became aware of the other presence in the room. However, he remained silent.

“Shawn,” Doe said kindly. His expression changed went from bright to a deep frown. Obviously there was something on his human companion’s mind. Apart from the normal clutter of stressful thoughts. “What’s the matter?”

Shawn meekly raised and dropped his shoulders in a silent shrug, words escaping him. He regarded the purple scarfed man next to him with a low grunt of annoyance. However, Doe was having none of it. Prodding the college student’s shoulder gently, the Time Lord asked his question once more. Heaving a sigh, Shawn finally replied.

“I just… I just want to know who I am.”

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