i am your true friend — then, now, & always.

( victor's hands are clumsy, working at the hookah's pen with schoolboy precision. henry grabs hold of his fingers, working long digits 'round the stem. "there you are, old boy," his words are a rumble in his chest, "we'll make a doctor of you yet." )

for the schoolboys who dreamed of walking into the royal society together with their triumph, and of presenting their evidence with a glorious flourish — the dream, the drugs, the disappearance.

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