[Knocking Miles down isn't, in fact, the first thing on Prior's mind. He's not precisely tank material, hopping across the room toward him like a broken bird. It's the empty corridor, the lack of other faces waiting at his door that has him thrown for a moment.
Well. He'd never promised Byerly he'd be able to stay safe. That that turned out to be unwitting prophecy in itself is hardly Prior's fault.
Still. He'd have expected -
Something other than this absence. An anxiety he doesn't have explanation for settles low in his chest. Stupid. Prior sets his chair down and rests both hands on the back of it when he reaches the doorway, getting breath back into sandpaper lungs.]
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Well. He'd never promised Byerly he'd be able to stay safe. That that turned out to be unwitting prophecy in itself is hardly Prior's fault.
Still. He'd have expected -
Something other than this absence. An anxiety he doesn't have explanation for settles low in his chest. Stupid. Prior sets his chair down and rests both hands on the back of it when he reaches the doorway, getting breath back into sandpaper lungs.]
I haven't decided yet. Why, are you coming?