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The walk to the hut was almost unbearably long, her hand in his and his eyes on the path ahead of them. He didn't know why he was suddenly so nervous. He'd done this before. It was fine.
An adult life spent entirely in barracks had left Ned almost fantatically neat, and the hut is ordered and dim in the afternoon light; the made bed and the low table with the few things he owns here.
He turned to look at her and lifted the coin on the cord around her neck with the tips of his fingers.
"Hello."
An adult life spent entirely in barracks had left Ned almost fantatically neat, and the hut is ordered and dim in the afternoon light; the made bed and the low table with the few things he owns here.
He turned to look at her and lifted the coin on the cord around her neck with the tips of his fingers.
"Hello."