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This is Nate, you know what to do. I'll...probably get back to you.

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[Okay, she's way more upset than he thought she might be, especially given their ability to come back to life here with (seemingly) no problem at all. Elena is right, anyway: he's being a jerk out of impatience, and cows to her point with a clenched jaw.]

Yeah.

[They haven't spoken extensively about the reflections from weeks prior, what each of them saw in any gleaming surface, and that's fine. Nate doesn't want to talk about the divorce papers with her signature neat and tidy at the bottom line. Elena probably doesn't want to talk about whatever she saw, though this makes it sound grisly by comparison.

He ducks his head, too intimidated by eye contact, thinking.]

Yeah, okay. I'm sorry.

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[Elena lets out a breath slowly, more relieved than she wants to admit. In the back of her mind, that strikes her as wrong—she and Nate have argued before and they've always worked it out. Why should she be afraid of what might happen if he doesn't back down? But she brushes it aside.]

Okay.

[She nods, more for herself than for him.]

Come home, all right? We'll sit down and try to think of something together.

[That's how they do things best, right?]

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[He pushes his luck. It's something he's done for years and while it's gradually slowed down to infinitesimally-occurring events like stretching the last five minutes of his air supply on a dive, it still happens. Nate would rather paint himself a target than have anyone go after children.

But it's not fair to Elena.]

Okay.

[He says again, quieter.]

I'll be back soon.

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[storyseeker]

[He'll get back, and they'll put their heads together, and whatever they come up with will be better than what either of them would think of on their own. That's got to be how it goes.]

See you soon.