[ He tastes a metallic tang under his tongue from the snapped connection. A trick of his mind, trying to rationalize with more familiar, tangible signals. Either that, or his bit his cheek. His jaw clenches, runs his tongue over the back of his teeth.
Was that fear he felt hers, or his own?
The door will shift, and she'll see his fingers poking out from the opening that's been created, trying to leverage the door the rest of the way open. It's easier than it ought to be, but more difficult than allows for him to perform this alone. ]
Almost - [ A rush of cool air follows his voice, coming from the the room. ]
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Was that fear he felt hers, or his own?
The door will shift, and she'll see his fingers poking out from the opening that's been created, trying to leverage the door the rest of the way open. It's easier than it ought to be, but more difficult than allows for him to perform this alone. ]
Almost - [ A rush of cool air follows his voice, coming from the the room. ]