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Running breath hitching side stabbing - stabbing red silver-white hair NO--Tycho's eyes snap open. The room is lit only by the crack of light coming from the hallway and making its way under the door, but when he immediately looks to his side, it's impossible to miss Winter lying with her face turned toward him and eyes closed. She's fine. She's

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Even in his gentle, trying not to jostle her, she still notices him getting up.

She notices everything.

She raises on one arm. "Hey," she whispers sleepily. "You alright?"

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He doesn't turn. "Yeah, it's fine. Just a dream."

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Winter scooches closer to him, resting a hand on his shoulder. "Don't lie to me Tycho..."

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She can always see right through him. He looks back over his shoulder at her. "I haven't really been sleeping a lot here," he admits quietly.