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Nine: The Value of Stray Things

Auteur: J.V.Noel
last update Dernière mise à jour: 2025-06-07 08:30:06

Adam Lewiston

The rest of the drive was quiet, the air cleared now, but I could still feel the lingering weight of what just happened. My hand, resting on my thighs, remained unnervingly still, as though restraining something unspoken. Lu, he didn’t say a word the entire ride.

"Good," I murmured, more to myself than anyone else.

I watched him in silence, not directly—never directly—but through the reflection in the dark-tinted partition. He kept stealing glances at me. He looked disoriented, eyes raw from the allergic reaction, chest rising a little too fast. He was trying not to make it obvious. That was interesting.

Most people complain. Most people whine about discomfort, ask for water, need reassurance. He just sat there, coughing once into his sleeve, blinking hard, but otherwise composed. It wasn't a stoicism born of strength; it was a practiced mask, honed by… what? That was a file to be opened later.

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