Jul 23, 2019 8:08 PM
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He's still mostly a small ball of blanket, although his face is a little more visible than it was. He shuffles the barest inch closer.

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Eventually, Erie lets her know that the counteragent is outside the main door this time, along with some of the broth Gluttony had made for the other slaves.

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"Okay, it's here. Right outside the door we came in. I'm going to go get it, okay, Star? Won't leave."

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He nods again, resting his chin on his knees and rocking slightly.

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She stands and steps over to that door -- doesn't need to pause for it to open -- picks up the bottle and thermoses, and carries them back over to Star. She places one thermos by her spot, and the other and the bottle by Star. "Instructions?" she asks (Erie, do you know? If not can you get someone who does?).

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'Ms Adareif?' he pings. 'Instructions?'

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"Place the nozzle in one nostril, breathe out, squeeze it as you breathe in, slowly and deeply. Repeat with your other nostril, and then rest. Call me back if the symptoms do not at least begin to reduce after five minutes."

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Lee relays this to Star.

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He fumbles for the bottle, fingers slightly uncoordinated, but he manages to follow the instructions. Then sets the bottle down - it falls over, unsteady from his still shaking fingers.

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Lee picks it up when it rolls near her, and puts the cap back on. "It's going to be okay, Star."

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Lee doesn't say things she doesn't mean. And she won't hurt him. No matter what else happens, she won't hurt him. (Whatever she wanted would be fine. It would. It was Lee.)

Slowly, he stops feeling like he's looking at things through smoke, starts feeling like he can actually trust his eyes.

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"Star?" she asks, tentatively, after a little while.

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"...Lee?"

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She nods, looking a bit worried. "Yeah, it's me, Star."

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"Lee!" he half reaches out and then sort of stops. "...Safe?"

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"Safe, yeah. E--" she stops, takes a moment to rephrase. "--no one will get in here without our permission."

She reaches out toward him a little, tentatively.

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He flinches back from her automatically.

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She freezes.

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He hesitates, and rocks slightly. "Don't wanna be touched," he doesn't sound happy about that, more distressed than anything else.

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"Then I won't," she says, gently. "I -- if you also want -- you could have a blanket in between? And -- I don't. Mind you touching me?" This part is more broken up -- she's clearly distressed, although trying to hide it.

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He still doesn't quite move towards her, but he seems to want to.

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"...I'm going to move my arm so you can reach it more easily," she says, and, in the absence of an objection, extends her arm further.

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He reaches a little closer, hesitates again. "I- you. Won't touch?"

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"I'll be careful. I -- don't want to touch you if you don't want touched?"

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He jerks forward to wrap around her arm. "Please don't."

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