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An unfamiliar phone ring breaks Remy out of his sleep and he sits up in bed. That’s not my phone, I don’t even have a ringer on-he then jolts completely awake, and turns over to Harper, still drowsy as she reaches for her phone-”No,” Remy falls on top of her and knocks the phone out of her reach, “Y-You said y-you’d t-take a b-break today.” 

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             buildings this big turned her around. ask the woman to find TRUE NORTH after being dropped in the middle of forest, and sure, one sec. but hospitals, despite how frequently she may have found herself in them, just beat her. maybe it was the lack of light, the reflections — arrows pointing in vague directions — but sophie was hopeless. never mind this was a completely new hospital in a completely new city. leaning over what looked to be an information desk, she finally asks.   ❛   can you help me find iz — uh, DOCTOR STEVENS ?   ❜

“In like....a good way?” Percy’s cheeks light up in heat as his gaze grazes with Harper’s. It has to be a good way, right? His teeth sink into his lower lip, noting the minimal distance between the two of them, distance closing more and more with each second it seems. He ducks his head, legs rattle under the table and fingers strum repeatedly against the hard surface. He clears his throat and turns to face her more direct, “What about me is....cute?” 

he knows how they all look at him, the rest of the people who live in his section of the compound.  when he comes back from the upper class parties, when he looks like them and smells like them from up top, even if he’s not one of them and never will be, they can’t get away from him fast enough.  so when he’s assigned to this supply run, he keeps his distance because they’re all from the bottom rungs of the compound, of course.  he stoops down beside the riverbed, checking his traps and sprinkling some bait for when he wades in with his net, and keeps his head down;  but one of the girls keeps looking at him, and now she’s joining him, it seems.  he watches her in silence for awhile before pointing to his basket on the other side of her.    “ hand me that? ”    he tries a hesitant, entreating smile.    “ gotta put the catfish somewhere, unless your hands are free, ”    he jokes. 

charles leans over to helene, whispering as her father tells the story of their family history.  the mood seems . . .  more somber than he expects from a game night.    “ okay.  so, if i pull out ‘monopoly,’ is your family finally going to like me, or is it just going to make everything worse? ”    he tries to lighten the mood, but he notices the paleness in helene’s face, the moistness in her eyes.  she looks more stressed than he’s seen her in a long time.  he reaches for her hand underneath the table.    “ are you okay?  do you need to get changed or something?  we can wait for you.  i’m sure that’s fine. ” 

“You don’t really think George and Fred would--- to a rotissery chicken, do you?”

          “ come on. ” emmett taunts, clearly enjoying his own playful ways. though he takes action to ensure rosalie isn’t too upset. the last thing he wanted was for his fun & games to be at the expense of the woman he loves. “ it’s in my nature. plus, you look so adorable when you’re annoyed. ” a large grin spreads across his features as both arms wrap around her frame. in his own way of making her feel better, he presses his lips to the top of her head before speaking more directly from the heart. “ you take things so seriously sometimes. i think i balance you out a little. i know i sure wouldn’t be even the least bit responsible if i didn’t have you keeping me in line. ” the light hearted air of his tone remained to make them both feel less tense, though his statement was entirely truthful. “ do you want a compliment instead ? ”