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LOOK AT HIS SMILES

“I think your form is off.”

Soren grunted. He didn’t even bother looking up at Corvus. 

“Yeah - well - my brain is off.”

He could imagine his friend scratching his head at the statement. “Do you mean like…” Corvus questioned, “ not correct or shut down ?”

“I don’t get your question,” Soren snapped, “so I guess both .”

“That’s understandable,” came Corvus’ strong, quiet voice. Soren could hear him approach closer, his footsteps crunching the dusty earth and rock. Finally, the darker man came into view. “How was that back there?”

“How was what ?” Soren huffed, annoyed and heated.

“Talking about your mother ,” Corvus responded, one dark brow shooting up. “I know that must have been hard for you.”

“You don’t know me ,” the blonde once again quipped.

“ Soren !” Corvus shouted.The sound bounced around him in the empty night - and the sternness of his voice actually made Soren stop his exercise. “I know you’re upset. You’re out here in the middle of nowhere doing Sad Squats !”

There was a pause, and Soren felt his anger deflate. 

Now the blonde actually plopped down in the dirt - his whole body plunked onto the earthy surface, sending up little nubs of dust. 

Tightness suddenly emerged from his eyes - and his vision blurred. His heart began palpitating again, and just like that, he started gasping, struggling to catch his breath. 

Corvus was right there, kneeling beside him. “Are you all - “

“No - don’t pay any attention to me!” Soren squawked, holding up a hand to stop him. “I’ll be - I’ll be fine !” His breath kept sporadically hitching, but he repeated his mantra in his head. 

Breathe in, breathe out …