[It doesn't take a genius to figure things out when she looks away like that. He looks away, too, reaching up and rubbing at the back of his neck. He exhales slowly and then moves to sit down on the edge of her bed, watching Prada crawl onto his lap. He scratches absently behind the pup's ears and looks up at Lydia.]
Like the Nogitsune.
[It isn't a question. His chest already feels tight, but he tries to ignore it for now because the Nogitsune isn't there. It can't be.]
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Like the Nogitsune.
[It isn't a question. His chest already feels tight, but he tries to ignore it for now because the Nogitsune isn't there. It can't be.]