Her hand doesn't phase through his, its solid. Chie's hand is warm in his. She's alive, very much alive in a strange land. The teenager's relief lasts thanks to the skin to skin contact. Seeing someone after that crash was more than Chie ever expected.
Chie's expression darkens at his words, glancing away. Her brows knit together unhappily. "...I have the time. You can tell me."
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Chie's expression darkens at his words, glancing away. Her brows knit together unhappily. "...I have the time. You can tell me."