The clock on the wall read almost midnight but Lee didn't move. He was still angry at himself for revealing so much. Maybe Dustin's mind had been wiped for a reason. Maybe it was to tell him to get on with his damn life. He laughed angrily at himself and balled up the paper in front of him, throwing it into the corner. He'd gotten on with his life, after all, and then Dustin had allowed himself to be caught. It was frustrating. And now he had to reveal everything he knew about their life, about before Lee had been ripped away and taken back to China. He missed it. He had missed it every day until he had been forced to handle so much that he couldn't afford the time or energy to miss it. Or remember it.

But what would Dustin accept? Would he see that little kid, that young adolescent, that teenager as himself? Would he accept that once he could laugh and be careless and love someone? Lee sighed, putting his head down and covering his face, using his free hand to work the tie out of his hair and let it lie free. Keeping it back all the time gave him an awful headache, but not much more than considering everything Dustin would probably deny. It would hurt way too much, but damn it, Lee had promised to tell him. Now he hated that promise. He fell asleep before he could continue berating himself, leaned over the desk. He barely heard as the guards changed shifts.