[Manabu hesitates, then shifts, letting Grey's hand go and turning himself around to face Grey, avoiding the chance of catching his eye in the dark. the panic's subsiding, but his heart won't stop racing.]
[murmured:] Pushing my luck... [there's no way Grey isn't sick of this, right?]
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[murmured:] Pushing my luck... [there's no way Grey isn't sick of this, right?]