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last for me as well, thank you all for the thread

Dissapointment roughens his face as a microexpression. But he can't deny that Evien is being thoughtful, reasonable— the latter of which Taylor had serious failures in. He smiles faintly.
I hope I see you again, he says, as Merrick takes his leave. Taylor had noticed how he had done the stealth bomber act. How he had turned sharp, full of tangent lines, untouchable forty five degree angles. He steps forwards to see Evien leave the borders.
What he's feeling, a fumbling sensation in his chest, he doesn't even try to label.