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"I dropped into the old chaise like somebody had cut the strings.
My gear hit the floor first. Then my shoulders hit the chaise. Then the rest of me followed, folding into the leather like gravity finally remembered I existed. The bunker library lights were low, that yellow glow bouncing off the tables and the stacks. Quiet except for Sam moving around. I laid on my side and let the air slide out of my chest for a bit and listened to the sound of the empty space.
Gear hitting wood. Zippers. The dull thump of Sam's duffel on the library table.
I shut my eyes.
Not sleeping. Just… shutting the world out a second.
Inside my head the hallway was still there.
Not a real hallway. Just the shape of one. Doors on either side. Some of them shut. Some of them… not.
Michael had been quiet lately. But quiet didn’t mean gone. Quiet meant waiting.
So I stood there in my mind like a night watchman and started checking the handles.
One door at a time.
Behind me in the real world I heard Sam shift something heavy onto the table. Metal clink. Probably an angel blade. Pages sliding across wood. Laptop opening.
Work mode.
Then another set of footsteps. Softer.
Jane.
Didn’t have to see it. I know that sound the same way I know Baby's engine.
She crossed the room and set something down by my brother.
The clink of the coffee mug didn't take a genius to figure out. Guy practically runs on the stuff.
I heard his chair scrape a little as he turned to her. Another drive-by hello kiss.
Just the same small rituals they always do when they pass each other in the bunker. Another check-in.
Sam murmured something low I didn’t catch, and she answered just as quietly.
Then the rhythm shifted again.
I sort of registered her steps headed my way, but I didn’t open my eyes.
Didn’t want to break the hallway.
Another door handle in my head. Cold brass. I turned it, pushed, shut it hard.
Lock. Next one. Shutting him away wasn’t enough. I wanted him locked out.
The leather cushion dipped beside my shoulder.
And then her hand was in my hair.
Light. Slow.
Fingers threading through and over my scalp.
My brain stalled for half a second.
Been a while since we’d done this.
Not since before… well, everything.
Her other hand rustled a page. Book probably. Jane’s always got one tucked somewhere when things are quiet. Habit from her old life, I'd have to guess.
She just sat there, beside me, combing her fingers through my hair like it was just another Tuesday.
The hallway in my head got quieter.
Not gone. Just, easier.
Another door down the line rattled when I tested it. Somethin' ugly. Pressure. That familiar cold presence pressing against the seams.
Michael. Low. Waiting.
I damn near slammed the thing in my head.
Her fingers moved again, slow scratches against my scalp.
Somethin' in my shoulders unclenched without askin' permission.
I didn't know if she knew it, but it helped.
Didn’t open my eyes. Just leaned back a little further into the cushion and let her keep doing it.
Sam was typing now. Keys tapping in that steady rhythm he gets when he’s building his little research fortress out of sheer focus.
Coffee mug sliding across the table. Pages turning.
Jane’s hand in my hair.
Inside my head the hallway stretched out in front of me again.
But the doors were easier to reach now. Easier to shut.
I grabbed another handle. Turned it. Locked it down. Felt the pressure move back, and back, and eventually away.
Down the hall the rest of the handles sat quiet.
Her fingers brushed the back of my head again, slow and steady, like she wasn’t thinking about it at all.
Like she trusted me to keep the monsters where they belonged. Because that's who I was. Who I am.
At least, in her world.
And for the first time in a hot damn minute… I felt like I could breathe again."
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