[Shotaro's free hand, the one not white-knuckled on the Denden Sensor, lifts to curl in the hair at the back of Philip's head. Philip alone was bad enough. Philip alone without the Library--he leans closer.
One month, sixteen hours, forty-two minutes, six seconds. He had a lot to make up for.]
We'll get it back, Philip. [That explains why the hell he was in the vents. It doesn't surprise him at all that Philip would want to be away from the stale, technological world of the Transport pad, and away from these people who wouldn't engage (and indulge) him as familiarly as Shotaro can. He turns his face into Philip's hair.]
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One month, sixteen hours, forty-two minutes, six seconds. He had a lot to make up for.]
We'll get it back, Philip. [That explains why the hell he was in the vents. It doesn't surprise him at all that Philip would want to be away from the stale, technological world of the Transport pad, and away from these people who wouldn't engage (and indulge) him as familiarly as Shotaro can. He turns his face into Philip's hair.]
We're gonna make it work. All right?