[ There's probably something poetic about the way they've gravitated toward one another. Neither one of them knowing how to live but for very different reasons. Both of them wondering what being here means for them and their worlds.
He breathes out a small, amused huff, and offers her a (cold, sorry) hand. ]
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He breathes out a small, amused huff, and offers her a (cold, sorry) hand. ]
Sounds like a deal to me.