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Clothes. Right. He needed clothes. I went to m

ck t–shirt and a Gary hoodie to match. I smiled

s I folded them carefully, thinking

room door then retreated to the f

till by the front door. When I peeked out the door, I s

d everything up and started putting them

ood away helped, it made every

ing no signal. Sigh. I continued puttin

a la

orget somethin

and I'd never bothered to disconnect it either. I scurried over t

ived a dial tone.This was perfect, I could finally call

t a huff

the intention of evacuating him into bett

e I forget, the victim healed instantly and doesn't remember his own name?

t off and I almost jum

making tea-chamomile tea that was apparently supposed to be cal

toweling his dark hair and I sw

s his shoulders, emphasizing just how wide they were and his hair, n

ime, he was even more striki

and I nearly dropped the teapot. Why the h

g and my heart almost leaped out of my chest.

ng forward, I focused hard on the tea that

f. Our eyes just happened to meet. Right, that kind of

h, the scent of shampoo fi

ying to sound normal

ingle syllable was deliberate. He looked uncomfortable in the clothes I gave

in my pocket,"

ck stone, polished to a shine, a strip of leather cord with strange symbols burned

e what I was looking at exactly

now what

keep trying to remember, but it's like reaching through a fog. I know th

ey already were. I positioned the teapot on the coffee table, just i

his fingers around the cup. Our skin brushed

ave the answer either. He stared down at the swirling tea in t

ttered thoughts into something coherent. "Let

l sip. I couldn't tell w

mber unfortunately but what we do know is that he didn't stop." My voice came out more infuria

w did you tell someone that their

own. "I know, I can feel it. That something's...wrong

Could it be that he was some sort of hu

i

oo much Str

he accident?" I asked. "Even fragm

s face tighten with concentration. H

, his eyes shot open and there

he