“Strike,” she said. “This is the Point.” He leaped up and staggered back a step, his hand rising to his mouth. “Don’t be afraid of it.”
She reached for him, but he didn’t take her hand; he took a good minute to breathe before pointing at the small object. “That… that’s…”
His next inhale was ragged and she laughed. “Strike—”
“Why the f**k didn’t you tell me that’s why you were coming here!” he said, lunging forward to grab his jacket. “I’m out of here.”
“No,” she said and scrambled off the bed to catch up with him. Rora squeezed herself between him and the door. “Please, just… hear me out, ok?”
Dubious though he obviously was, he let her turn him around to push him back into the room. Except when they got near the bed, he turned out of her advance, leaving her to stumble forward.
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