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*They're sweaty, they're tired, and there are plenty of bruises to go around. But once they've settled and caught their breaths, it seems that they're a little less stressed.

Seems, anyway.

Adam leans back against the sofa, wrapping an arm around Alanna's shoulder.*

Did it help any?

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*Adam's by the lake. He doesn't seem to notice he's sitting in the snow, and if he notices, he doesn't care. He's halfheartedly skipping stones across the water, not waiting to see if they sink or skip. His cheeks are wet, and his arms are pulled up around his knees. Which could account for the bad luck in skipping.

Or maybe that's something else altogether.

There's some voice in the back of his head, saying it's been too long, it's too cold, he should go back, but it's too comfortable, sitting here like this.*