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"I THOUGHT DELORES WAS important to you."
During the duration of this taxi ride, the two of them barely spoke. Ophira knows, without a doubt, that it is due to their almost-kiss from earlier. The tension is still ridged between them, even as they sit on either side of the vehicle. It is palpable, moldable. Ophira forces themselves to pique some form of conversation up, to keep themselves from replaying the moment in their head again and again. To keep themselves from going insane.
"She is, more than you could ever imagine." Five responds after a prolonged second. He doesn't meet their eyes as he stares out the window. Instead, he observes the starless night sky from out the window. He swallows. The scarce illumination highlights the roll of his Adam's apple. "It's time to let go of things."
"Ah."
The department store is surprisingly busy even as it begins to close. Five and Ophira push past passing people, oblivious to what they have done and what they have been willing to do. Five has the tattered bag holding Delores strapped against his back. They walk alongside one another wordlessly.
