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[imusntrunaway]

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[Beeeeeeeeeeeep.]

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text; beluga whale noises

[imusntrunaway]

I don't know. We were exploring
I hurt someone ahiru

text; weh

[quackery]

what

where are you

text; meh

[imusntrunaway]

I'm in my room

It's fine

text; wah

[quackery]

can i come

text;

[imusntrunaway]

It's up to you

text;

[quackery]

what's your room number up here

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[imusntrunaway]

191. West Wing.

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[quackery]

[She doesn't send a response to tell him she's coming; she figures he probably guessed that from her last message.

Instead, in several minutes, he receives a knock on his door.]

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[imusntrunaway]

[He knows that she's coming and that he can't let himself appear the way he is now around her. When Shinji opens the door, he's managed to compose himself, headphones plugged into his ears and music player in his pocket. He looks at her for a moment, then slumps forward, eyes drooping down. He doesn't say anything.]

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[quackery]

[She thinks about asking him to take out the device, but in the end, the message she wants to convey doesn't need words.

She reaches forward and wraps her arms around him in a quick hug.]

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[imusntrunaway]

[Shinji doesn't react much. He doesn't flinch, this time, he doesn't try to pull away. When she wraps her arms around him, a small shake, barely noticeable, runs through him.

It's when she pulls away that Shinji realizes there's a tight feeling growing in his chest, making it hard to breathe. He squares his shoulders, ducking his head further, words tumbling over themselves.]

Um, sorry-- for calling you here--

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[quackery]

[She shakes her head hurriedly, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder.]

Hey, hey... You don't need to apologize. Really, it's okay.

[She just hopes he can hear her.]

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[imusntrunaway]

[He can hear her just fine, even if her voice is muffled. Though he has his earbuds in, no music is playing. There's nothing he wants to listen to. Nothing he listens to works, anyway. He hesitates.]

... are you sure?

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[quackery]

[She hesitates for a moment, and then feels foolish for the pause; even if she isn't sure whether or not it's true, it's probably what he needs to hear.]

Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure.