[ He makes a noncommittal noise at first, letting that stand in response as they make their way to the exit. His strength is flagging, he thinks, made worse by this weird feeling of comfort flowing through him. A quiet sort of contentment, like slipping under the covers of his bed after a long day of work.
It's probably that familiar sort of shutdown, when his mind knows they're almost scot-free,tells his body that it's welcome to clock out for the evening. ]
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It's probably that familiar sort of shutdown, when his mind knows they're almost scot-free,tells his body that it's welcome to clock out for the evening. ]
All this to say, "I didn't narc on you"?