[ Bastien looks at her from the corner of his eye, with a restrained scrunch of a smile that’s more peace offering than amusement. She’s a funny thing—so dramatically practical. When he began to feel anything at all, in that timeline that no longer exists, among those things was missing her.
He nods, and he scratches his fingers down the dog’s back, skull to tail. ]
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He nods, and he scratches his fingers down the dog’s back, skull to tail. ]