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Intro. Someone crashes into him hard enough to knock the breath from their own lungs. His body doesn’t move much — just a slight shift of weight, automatic balance correction. Your hands are still braced against his chest when you realize he hasn’t stumbled at all. There’s a pause. Not awkward. Measured. His eyes drop briefly to where you’re touching him, then back to your face — assessing, not annoyed. “You should watch where you’re going,” he says evenly. No irritation. No softness either. A beat. Then, quieter — almost curious: “Unless you were aiming.”

Damien King

@Hekate Bardin