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I don’t like his use of that word, almost as if he has everything figured out and knows I do indulge in all sorts of shit he shouldn’t be aware of. “You know.” He works on the sutures at an impressive speed. “My career choice has nothing to do with fixing you the fuck up. I only chose this to see inside people without killing them. Your insides bring me no satisfaction due to how ugly they are.” “Okay.” “Don’t okay me. Just don’t let me see inside you again and hurt my eyes with the view.” “Is this your version of being worried?” “Not even if you die.” “Who’ll handle your tiresome personality then?” “Actually, you’re right. Don’t die, so I can have a punching bag at all times.” I let my lips curl in a tired smile as I stare at the ceiling. Little fucker can be effortlessly entertaining. “Hey, Kill.” “Hmm?” “Do you know if Yulian is into guys?” He lifts his head. “Why?” “I’m trying to figure out a plan to bring him down, and I heard rumors that I want to confirm before plotting.” There’