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... . But when he turned to me, the expression on his face was oddly light, gentle, almost, like the storm he’d unleashed just moments ago had been neatly bottled back up.
"Don’t worry about me," he said with a lopsided grin that didn’t reach his eyes. "I’m already healing fine."
I wanted to argue, to ask him to let me help, to say something, anything, to ease the crackling silence between us, but before I could, he was already walking away, limping slightly as he disappeared around ...
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