[He wonders what he's done, to make Archer pay him so much attention. It ought to feel uncomfortable. More than it does. Like an ant trapped under a magnifying glass. But it doesn't quite feel that way. Like visiting an appraiser, to see if the diamonds are real. Perhaps it's really more the first, and he's wandered off the path again without noticing.
It hardly matters. He shifts his grip on the shovel. Scoops the next pile. Returns the gaze, if not the bubbling up of laughter. He's frozen in place as much as the snow and ice around them. It'd take more than one sunny day to defrost.
And he knows he was once almost gone for good. Somewhere far off but still close. The echoes of pain up his shoulder, and the sound of a laugh.]
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It hardly matters. He shifts his grip on the shovel. Scoops the next pile. Returns the gaze, if not the bubbling up of laughter. He's frozen in place as much as the snow and ice around them. It'd take more than one sunny day to defrost.
And he knows he was once almost gone for good. Somewhere far off but still close. The echoes of pain up his shoulder, and the sound of a laugh.]
Is that all you have to say?