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She looked at him, pursing her lips before tapping the markings she put on him. "This one means that you're kind-hearted. This one is that I...
He flushed. "I feel the same about you."
He tilted her head.
It was Gabe. He was unconscious and his prosthetic was smashed and broken. There were cuts and bruises everywhere and shards of glass in his side.
She wiped it off her nose hesitantly. "You know symbols mean things?"
He nodded, closing his eyes. "Yeah. Of course."
"But what is it?!"
It was hard to see. There was shattered glass and it was dark. The figure was against the wheel, head on their arm.
She flushed, but frowned. "Briar.."
He grinned. "You know me perfectly."
"A noise for what?"
"Eden, just relax."
It seemed to be going smoothly, until one car caught and skidded, the tires losing way before crashing sideways into a tree on the driver's side.
"Is.. Is that all?"
He took a sip, resting against her.
"I don't understand, still. What does it mean?"
"Eden, you're fine."
The cars were moving quickly, weaving past one another on empty streets, but never straying to far from the center point.
She blinked, watching him curiously.
"Mm. Maybe. Thanks for making coffee."
