[ She hates the waiting. Hates how far away he is. There's a reckless, unmoored something terrified there won't be a response. That it could be both of them at once. But part of that tension vicing her chest relaxes its chokehold when his words appear. There's a lot of staring at the gobbledegook in his words. ]
𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟'𝕥 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥. [ Way to undersell, Harvelle. ]
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𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟'𝕥 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥. [ Way to undersell, Harvelle. ]
𝕎𝕖'𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖. 𝕋𝕠𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕤.