[Caleb looks down at the component pouch pressed into his hands. Not Essek's -- and there's no reason Essek would have handed his over -- and not Caleb's. At least, not really. He had his, after all. And this felt similar, had all the little marks that made it his. But...
Someone who took a different path.
He watches Essek go to the balcony, doesn't stop him right now. There's a new fracture there, and Caleb can't do anything about this one except give Essek the space he needs.]
...we should, ah. Let both of you rest, then. We can talk about things later--when you're both ready.
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Someone who took a different path.
He watches Essek go to the balcony, doesn't stop him right now. There's a new fracture there, and Caleb can't do anything about this one except give Essek the space he needs.]
...we should, ah. Let both of you rest, then. We can talk about things later--when you're both ready.