“You two should…” He makes a motion with his hands for us to separate. Thatcher backs up and adds more cold space between our bodies. I try not to shiver. “We’re not that close,” I tell Moffy. He makes a face like I’m no longer residing on Earth. Possibly Thatcher is a magnet and I’m pulled in no matter the occasion, and I’ve really lost all sense of reality. And measurements. Spatial measurements.
