ARM OUTSTRETCHED, HE LETS HIS FINGERS FALL NIMBLY FROM HER HAND AS SHE WALKS OVER FOR SOMETHING ; HE’S KIND OF RELIEVED GIVEN HOW TIRED HIS MUSCLES ARE. it’s true that he doesn’t know what he’d do without her ; he wouldn’t have gotten here without her, without the information she held. he knows they’re holding him for seventy-two hours, he knows why, but he can’t blame her. she needed to give all the information she could, he would have done the same. ❝ are there any more ice chips? ❞
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