Adrien's heart skipped a beat. His fingers tightened on his blankets.
Partners.
His vision seemed to skip, then roll, and he felt sick to his stomach again, but this time in a way he could maintain, hold back. He squeezed the blankets, taking a slow, deep, steady breath, trying to ride the wave rather than little it roll him into the undertow.
"They sound like that make a... a good team," he said softly.
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Adrien's heart skipped a beat. His fingers tightened on his blankets.
Partners.
His vision seemed to skip, then roll, and he felt sick to his stomach again, but this time in a way he could maintain, hold back. He squeezed the blankets, taking a slow, deep, steady breath, trying to ride the wave rather than little it roll him into the undertow.
"They sound like that make a... a good team," he said softly.