“I know you too well, Martin. You will always, always have enough functioning brain cells to worry. It’s one of your many charms.” He tugged her hand to his mouth, and his lips pressed against her palm. “Thank you.” “For calling you a worrier?” No oxygen again. She was going to have to evolve into a higher life form soon, one that could survive outside Earth’s atmosphere. “My pleasure.” His lips were soft. So soft. He spoke into the cup of her palm. “Thank you for caring about me. Thank you for coming to check on me.” His muffled voice turned dry. “Thank you for breaking into my home to do
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