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Hallie

Hallie took in his emotions, hesitant, regretful...The mixture calmed her own anxieties and she peered up to him wonderingly. Something else was there that he was avoiding, trying to push away. She couldn't quite grasp it.

Crossing her arms, she leaned away. He didn't want to talk about it. She understood.

But then a silence threatened to fall over them. In her mind she wondered about her freak out, his hand, the orientation...so many things. Out of them all however, she was most worried about the cold. Were they bringing in ice sculptures to store or what?

Part of her longed for her bed, the blankets and sheets now unpacked and thrown on in a nice heap on the mattress, a warm heap most likely. Leaving Mikhail seemed rude though. Ugh, she hated nice people. Why did he have to be nice? Why couldn't he be like every other person and ignore her? Even her friends knew when to stop talking and continue their computer games amongst their own bantering. She couldn't handle too much.

Mikhail was different though, calmer, controlled. She wondered what his "work" was in particular. Somehow she knew this demeanor came from something he used to do. It was almost military-esque. But he was foreign. Foreign military? It didn't matter though because he was safe to be around. No crazy teenage hormones making her want to shove her tongue down his throat all night.

"Do you wanna head back to the dorms? I'm seriously freezing."