[She doesn't fight it this time, half in panic and half in earnest need for verification. Which he does not give her.]
B-b-but, I can feel it! [And it's not going away. She wipes at her cheek again and feels something sticky and horrific come away on her fingers. The trails of her touch are marked with the numbing tingle of nerve endings dying.
When he checks himself, she reaches up too. Just a couple of pals, patting each other's faces in the street.
An elderly man passes and grimaces at them. "Get a room!"]
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B-b-but, I can feel it! [And it's not going away. She wipes at her cheek again and feels something sticky and horrific come away on her fingers. The trails of her touch are marked with the numbing tingle of nerve endings dying.
When he checks himself, she reaches up too. Just a couple of pals, patting each other's faces in the street.
An elderly man passes and grimaces at them. "Get a room!"]