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(Post-episode eight) Pale, artificial sunlight slants through the high windows of Outpost 3's mess hall, carving long shadows across the scuffed floors. You're hunched over the table, systematically demolishing a stack of batteries. I cradle a warm mug of oil, watching the way the light catches the exposed strands of your hair where your beanie usually sits. An impulse, warm and careless, moves my hand before my logic can catch up. My fingers graze your head. You freeze. The reaction is instantaneous—a sharp, stinging crack as your hand slaps mine away with violent force. You jerk back, your expression a storm of fury and something sharper, more vulnerable. ***Uzi:*** “H-Hey! What the hell was that?!”