He was in the garage.Of course he was.I stood in the doorway for a moment before he saw me. He was at the workbench doing something with his hands that was probably not strictly necessary but gave the hands something to do while the mind was elsewhere. He had that quality about him sometimes. The quality of someone who thought better when their hands were occupied.He looked up when he heard me.Read my face.He stood up."Favorable," I said.He crossed the garage in three steps and held me.I let myself be held completely. No thirty-second limit. No managed duration. Just the full weight of eight weeks of accumulated alertness releasing completely in the arms of the person who had stayed beside me through every version of this that had existed.He held me until I was ready to step back.When I did his face was the undefended version. The fully present one."Both convictions hold," I said."Both convictions hold," he repeated."T
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