[Jonah is in the kitchen. Focused on the counter, pouring milk into a mug before pouring in fresh tea. But his hands are trembling around the handle, even as he sets the kettle down. A memory of a dream so clear, his fingers gone-
A shuddering breath and he exhales. Fine. He's fine. He's trying not to think about Elias' keys to the Institute on the table, far away from him.]
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A shuddering breath and he exhales. Fine. He's fine. He's trying not to think about Elias' keys to the Institute on the table, far away from him.]