Wilson took the offered hand with a gentle grip. He didn’t glance at the smoke, or the lingering fatigue on Nyx’s face, or the guitar that had clearly been interrupted mid-process. His attention was entirely on him.
“It’s no problem,” he said, his voice easy and reassuring. “You’ve got a lot going on.”
"How are you feeling?" House asked from the kitchen.
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Date: 2025-04-20 09:42 pm (UTC)“It’s no problem,” he said, his voice easy and reassuring. “You’ve got a lot going on.”
"How are you feeling?" House asked from the kitchen.