Not conventionally handsome, maybe, but all the good looks she'd ever need, she thought. His face felt familiar almost as soon as he turned around. Like it had always been this way.
It only felt like a matter of minutes since they'd been on the Number Nine--she couldn't think why these hot pressures were building up in her throat and behind her eyes. Don't be silly, Meche, she was thinking, but she couldn't hold back either the smile or the first couple of tears. This place was so different. They were so different. But that confidence she'd felt back there was starting to come back.
She stopped in front of him--close enough to touch, but not quite there yet. "You're not the nurse," she said softly.
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Not conventionally handsome, maybe, but all the good looks she'd ever need, she thought. His face felt familiar almost as soon as he turned around. Like it had always been this way.
It only felt like a matter of minutes since they'd been on the Number Nine--she couldn't think why these hot pressures were building up in her throat and behind her eyes. Don't be silly, Meche, she was thinking, but she couldn't hold back either the smile or the first couple of tears. This place was so different. They were so different. But that confidence she'd felt back there was starting to come back.
She stopped in front of him--close enough to touch, but not quite there yet. "You're not the nurse," she said softly.