[ A tension that’s been buried between her neck and her shoulder blades since— well, since arriving in Panorama and being alone again, slowly dissolves. It’s tucked tidily aside by Charles’s reassurance, his gentle certainty. She exhales slowly, the faint stirrings of a tentative smile settling somewhere about the corners of her mouth.
Not even a few feet away, the hitchhiker has had enough.
Ceramic chopsticks gleam matte as they whistle through the air, an improbably quick swipe, and... ]
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Not even a few feet away, the hitchhiker has had enough.
Ceramic chopsticks gleam matte as they whistle through the air, an improbably quick swipe, and... ]