[ Coziness and comfort bleed from the sheets and pillows, and it makes Jess feel better about how sentimentally she's been treating her construction project. She wouldn't be surprised if he just finished knocking this fort out and then laid back for a nap. Jess steps in and shuts the door behind her. With the floor covered in blankets and her boots dirty with wet sand, drywall dust, and god knows what else, she's reluctant to go any further. ]
I just wanted to check in on Micro. [ Jess whispers, no louder than the pitter patter on the wooden shingles above them. He's practically gone native; she has no doubts he'll catch it all. Even she's not half bad at lip reading now. ] He's not at the clinic, is he?
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I just wanted to check in on Micro. [ Jess whispers, no louder than the pitter patter on the wooden shingles above them. He's practically gone native; she has no doubts he'll catch it all. Even she's not half bad at lip reading now. ] He's not at the clinic, is he?