Sweet had been unusually quiet for the better part of a week, a fact Seline noticed but chose, mostly, not to comment on, recognizing the particular quality of his silence as something deliberate rather than distant. She'd learned, over the past year, to tell the difference between him retreating from her and him building toward something he wasn't ready to share yet, and this, she was fairly certain, was the second kind."You've been planning something," she said finally, on a quiet Thursday evening, watching him fail to properly focus on whatever he was pretending to read."Maybe," he admitted, setting the book aside entirely. "Can you keep Saturday free? No lab commitments, no Reach planning, nothing.""That's ominous, given our history with surprise plans.""Good ominous, I promise. Trust me?""Always," she said, and meant it completely, the word arriving as easily now as it had the night she'd said the same thing in the car after the first mob
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