[ He flushes off guard, ears darkening red beneath the hat cover. The tilt to Fitcher’s regard is thoroughly unhelpful, his eyes bit brighter in his skull for the heat locked in dense behind his ribs.
There’s the V of her shirt pointing down at the danger of her belt in proximity for him to focus on. It takes him a moment. ]
She’s never been forthcoming with personal details.
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There’s the V of her shirt pointing down at the danger of her belt in proximity for him to focus on. It takes him a moment. ]
She’s never been forthcoming with personal details.