[For an iron moment there's a clenching of his free hand into a fist, a strained tension tightening the line of his shoulders, until abruptly eases away in a silent flood of dissolution.
The intruder has taken her leave. Apparently.
With a slow, uneven, palliating hush of breath between his teeth, Rush forces his hand to steady, and continues writing.]
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The intruder has taken her leave. Apparently.
With a slow, uneven, palliating hush of breath between his teeth, Rush forces his hand to steady, and continues writing.]