Dec 7, 2019
ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛᴇᴅ / ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇʟɪɴɢ / @constcllaticns
The workshop isn’t empty ------ it’s still locked, the way he left it, but it’s very much occupied. Artemy feels her presence before he actually sees her. Of course she would somehow find her way in, little miracle worker that she is. His mouth parts, and then closes again. Looking away from Clara, he sets his bag on the bench and begins to sort through it.
“I still don’t understand what you did,” he begins carefully. “But ------ thank you.”