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He keeps stumbling across the others tucked away in all its corners, washed up like survivors of some great storm. They collect in ones and twos: here in the kitchen, here on the stairs, here on the balcony, here just outside the bathroom. Like they’ve come unspooled and settled where they’ve fallen only to scrape themselves up long enough to eke out something in the shape of living. They’re all adrift in the big, hollow sea of an apartment, and he’s the shipwreck, half sunk, all ribs and spars dragging them down.
It's a long road back to okay, but they're managing it as best they can, and they're managing it together, and that's the part that matters.
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Quentin looks at him, and Quentin takes his hand, and like that the fear and desperation washes out of him, leaves him hollow, all ribs and spars. He sags. Quentin keeps looking at him, fingers warm and solid and pressed into his palm.