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That’s how it works.
That’s how it always worked.
Blend.
Adjust.
Disappear just enough.
“Scout.”
Logan.
My name cuts through everything.
Not loud.
Not sharp.
But it lands differently.
Grounding.
I look up.
He’s already watching me.
Too closely.
He saw it.
Of course he did.
“I’m fine,” I say before he can ask.
His expression doesn’t change.
But his eyes sharpen.
“No, you’re not.”
“It was nothing.”
“It wasn’t.”
A pause.
The space between us tightens.
I glance away first.
Mistake.
I know it the second I do it.
He steps closer.
Not fast.
