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⊕ wee, wee hours of saturday morning

[mortemscintilla]

[ Turning, Hei slips his blocky keycard into the cafe's back-door, deactivating the alarm. He can feel her standing behind him, as if silently offering him some crumb of reassurance. But he can't take it. Something in him seems to be cut off. It's eerie, the cottony numbness of it. Hopefully he'll be able to shake it off soon. ]

[ Turning, he steps into her space. No kiss, but he passes his arms around her, squeezes her tight for a moment. She's warm and alive and seems so completely sincere, that he can't at first understand why he hadn't wanted to touch her. ]

[ But in the mirrored doors, he feels like he's standing alone, surrounded by haunters on all sides, even before he lets her go -- and ducks into the cafe. ]

⊕ wee, wee hours of saturday morning

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[There isn't much time to return the embrace; barely a moment to get her hands to his waist and squeeze lightly.

When he's inside, she turns away. She's reassured, but somehow she doesn't feel any better. She still feels lost, uncertain, a little used. You just need some sleep, she tells herself. It's been a long week, but it's nothing she can't handle on her own. She just need sleep.]