[ He lets her go, remembering to take a moment to gather up his shirt and anything else left scattered—in case Nadine returns later. He sheds his trousers along the way; by the time Julie returns, he's on the other side of the bed, half under the covers.
His brows knit together, studying her. She looks fucking exhausted, though he can't say it's the first time. For either of them.
He rolls over onto his side. The what? He sets the opened wine bottle on the nearest surface. ]
You hear it even now? [ Out here, away from the Singularity? ] Has it been getting worse?
[ She's right. His first instinct is to fix it. But he doesn't know where to begin. He's starting to think the only answers, if they want them, lie at the Singularity itself. Out in the crater. A place he hasn't set foot in since they were first brought there months ago. ]
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His brows knit together, studying her. She looks fucking exhausted, though he can't say it's the first time. For either of them.
He rolls over onto his side. The what? He sets the opened wine bottle on the nearest surface. ]
You hear it even now? [ Out here, away from the Singularity? ] Has it been getting worse?
[ She's right. His first instinct is to fix it. But he doesn't know where to begin. He's starting to think the only answers, if they want them, lie at the Singularity itself. Out in the crater. A place he hasn't set foot in since they were first brought there months ago. ]