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The kiss to his forehead lands without warning. Andrew goes still beneath it, every muscle tightening for the briefest moment before he forces himself to relax. His eyes never leave her face. They search it instead, trying to read past the concern into whatever else might be hiding there. Smurf never asked a question she didn't already have an answer to.
His hand remains pressed lightly against the bandage at his side. "Knife," he says simply. "Caught me here." He taps the dressing once with two fingers before letting his hand fall away. "Didn't go in very far." His gaze flicks toward the neatly folded sweatshirt on the chair beside him, checking that it hasn't shifted, then back to her. "They're keeping me until the doctor signs off."
Silence settles between them. His head tilts just enough to study her expression.
"Who told you I was here?"
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