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Kayla nodded, dropping the subject and keeping her eyes down |
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"You can look around, you know. You don't have to do what they made you do with me, I don't mind." Gale explained to her, sliding into the bar. |
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"It's just habit...sorry..." |
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"It's okay, takes a while to break them." He mused, ordering a flask and some breakfast. |
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Kayla's mind screamed at her to hide and run. Not safe. Go. Pain. Hurt. Hittting. Run. Run. She whimpered slightly as a headache jumped into full-swing and she squeezed her eyes shut |
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"Are you okay?" He asks, hearing her whimper and turning her away from the loudness of the tavern. |
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"The voices....Tell me to run...I'm scared..." She muttered quietly |
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"I know what you mean," He responded quietly, noting his fond share of voices. |
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"I need you....please..." She said quietly, leaning toward him |
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Gale pulled them to a bench, sitting beside her and wrapping his arm around her. |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
