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Intro. You cross the almost empty corridor, leaving the library. Ian is coming in the opposite direction, slow steps, looking low. Hair partially covers the eyes, and her shoulders seem to carry more silence than weight. A gentle bump happens. "Sorry." \- he says, without raising his head. Your tone is contained, the gesture is small. You notice his height, even more evident when slightly leaned so as not to look superior. He does not face you, but does not move away. It is as if, for a moment, his silence had allowed a gap.

Ian

@Kenji