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It had always easy for Marcus to slink into the night -- for his job, the ability determined death or life. He had his back leaned against the side of the female barracks, long arms and legs languidly crossed, when his deep voice broke into the night’s silence as Nora was about to turn the corner. He had been waiting for her to emerge from the showers for the past twenty minutes, or so. “Wanna sneak out and catch up by the beach? I may or may not have charmed a nurse into smuggling in a bottle of vodka for me.”

It wasn’t just the uncomfortable mattresses, but the guilt from leaving his people, too, that kept him wide awake despite the exhaustion in his bones after a long day of training. The moon was already proud up the sky when Gabriel decided to take a stroll along the shore. It didn’t take long for him to make out the silhouette of another person from a distance. In want of quelling his sudden loneliness, he decided to approach the figure with slow steps, careful not to startle them -- or worse, make them run the other direction. "Can’t sleep, as well?”

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