[His gaze drifts, migrating slowly from Ryn's face to the set of his ears, then down further to his tightly-clutched arms, and after a moment he shrugs off his gunbreaker's coat and offers it to him by the back of the collar — an invitation of something to wrap up in, one more psychological shield against the anguish that had played out on the screen.
An embrace that involves no touch whatsoever.]
How long is a few decades, for you and yours? 'Tis a different reckoning of time, isn't it?
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An embrace that involves no touch whatsoever.]
How long is a few decades, for you and yours? 'Tis a different reckoning of time, isn't it?