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i had to move . so I shoved myself forward, one foot after the other, dragging my ass down the hallway. thinking maybe i’d hit the kitchen, grab coffee, scream into a mug or something. But I didn't even make it past the hall before I caught it— that look . Timone was standing like a statue leaned against the wall, hoodie sleeves tugged over his hands, face blank, but his eyes—those eyes were straight ice . no smile. no snark. nothing cute or flirty. just sharp, cold, angry .