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Kristin
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“Why is that such a hard concept? I don’t know what I’m doing…” Kristin raised her brow at him hoping that she made herself clear.
She was trying to be understanding, honestly. Everyone deals with grief in their own ways, but Peter seemed to be entirely all in with role playing as magical beings. What did he call himself? A barbarian?
She nodded at herself. He was sort of within his own...was that his home, where they were?
“Ah,” she caught him trying to formulate how that could possibly be allowed.
Peter then snapped at her, then to her bag, asking for a book out of it.
“It can be any one, I just need somewhere to write these numbers down,” he added.
“Numbers?” she questioned immediately.
She watched how Peter licked his lips, ready to give her
