We could always request to go somewhere else, [ Cassian replies from his chair, where he's occasionally recalling how difficult it was to breathe and now it isn't; it's like his mind is in this unending chain reaction of shock and then being startled by the fact that few things hurt. He's not watching the sunset - he's watching her, just out of reach, and trying to ignore the twinge of panic that accompanies the distance, until he moves the chair closer.
If she doesn't turn, doesn't say anything for a moment, he'll stand. Either way, he's reaching for her hand. ]
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If she doesn't turn, doesn't say anything for a moment, he'll stand. Either way, he's reaching for her hand. ]
Or just stay inside.