*It's like a game that children play, crushing a pair of rocks together and thinking they feel magnetic attraction after their hands have grown used to pushing. Everything feels a little off balance. Lazarus in front of him, not reaching for his belt and not trapping his hands to nibble enticingly. Something like nausea rises in his gut, but it's too light to really be the same.*
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{You did?}
{I mean. Was there anything to find?}
*He already knows.*