[ She hadn't even noticed it consciously, but the rapping against her chair had been gently fraying at already frayed nerves somewhere in the back of her mind. She only notices it at all when he finally stops, and a little more ease filters in again. She takes in a slow breath to let that seep in a little. ]
Yeah. [ Please, like she wouldn't tell him immediately after finally coming to grips with it herself. She closes her eyes, brow furrowing a little. ] He's infected too, but — symptomless. It's like he's immune, or something.
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Yeah. [ Please, like she wouldn't tell him immediately after finally coming to grips with it herself. She closes her eyes, brow furrowing a little. ] He's infected too, but — symptomless. It's like he's immune, or something.
[ lucky jerk ]