[She's quiet while he thinks. He's so obvious at it; it's almost cute. It's like she can watch him cataloging and processing information -- and she's ridiculously proud of herself for managing to put it into terms that made it click for him.
And then he gives her that grin and she returns it. Yeah, he's got that brain of his on it.]
You got it.
[And she sends a gust slicing through the rain once again.]
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And then he gives her that grin and she returns it. Yeah, he's got that brain of his on it.]
You got it.
[And she sends a gust slicing through the rain once again.]