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He's into inertia, she thought wistfully, her ear pressed against his chest, the soft thump of his heart lulling her to sleep. If he's awake, he's awake. If he's asleep, he's asleep. If he's settling down in a relationship, he's content to settle down. If he's on the go, he's restless to keep moving. This isn't going to last, this moment of solitude. This quiet and serenity. He's on the move, and he's going to slip away.