[ he doesn't laugh (those are still precious currency, rare even in these early days) but the grin pulls at the corner of his mouth all the same. he won't risk hovering in the hall, and slips in a beat later despite her exclamation. (he'd been caught creeping in once- and given the last punishment- he's not keen to repeat it.) the door clicks closed, and his hands lift, palms pressed over his eyes. ]
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