Lost the formless clouds.
--Dane:)
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“How are you feeling?” standing in front of Anastasia, Gavin spoke in a soft, masculine, voice. “I appreciate you for opening the door for me.” He added, then observed how she simply held his head low, sitting on the couch while fiddling with her fingers. She’s still hesitant, but it’s a good sign to see that she allowed people to come in and out of her room.
Gavin, just like Rave and Doven, are checking up oner from time to time—as a researcher, he cannot simply let his purpose of the study to stay cooped up in her room; as a person, he cannot bear the guilt of knowing that someone in the west wing is not living to the fullest; and as a subjective man, he wants to make sure that his lady of current interest is not being held back by pessimism.
