the music I was hearing, it was the rhythm of Nathaniel's body, pressed so close that all I could feel was him. His face looked surprised as if he had lost track of our fight, but he came to me. My other hand went around his waist. The mud was cold.
Before I could answer, Nathaniel answered, Not the first time, Jason. I could almost feel him thinking on his end of the phone. I offered it up as the best idea I had. You must be even better than that felt, for Truth to trust you this much.
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