She doesn't say it, he just feels it, a soft stroke between the eyes like someone settling a beast. His heart is fluttering, racing to pump blood to his fingertips, to every freezing extremity. It slows everything down, the sensation of her, eases him in an oddly cold calm, one that he doesn't mind. He takes a deep breath and and blinks slowly once. Maybe she cares. Maybe she just doesn't want him to pass out from the shock. It's either selfish or kind. He doesn't know.
"The sooner the better," he says, meeting his gaze with a firm resolve. I have a lot of questions. He's not warm, but he definitely feels like he can make it to the car easier than before--stepping quickly now.
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What did happen to me?
I happened to you.
She doesn't say it, he just feels it, a soft stroke between the eyes like someone settling a beast. His heart is fluttering, racing to pump blood to his fingertips, to every freezing extremity. It slows everything down, the sensation of her, eases him in an oddly cold calm, one that he doesn't mind. He takes a deep breath and and blinks slowly once. Maybe she cares. Maybe she just doesn't want him to pass out from the shock. It's either selfish or kind. He doesn't know.
"The sooner the better," he says, meeting his gaze with a firm resolve. I have a lot of questions. He's not warm, but he definitely feels like he can make it to the car easier than before--stepping quickly now.