[We're dark, Benji says, and the hollow of dumb shock just under his ribs fills with something cold, blossoms outward, tightens every muscle it touches, a wash of tingling up the back of his scalp. He can feel the clarity of his newly adrenalized gaze, though it's useless. This tactic, going dark, he's used it before, but on a much smaller scale and in much smaller vehicles—apparently it feels a lot different when you're not behind the wheel. Also, the cops in his neighbourhood didn't usually rip your shit apart with telescopic limbs. So that's an added concern.
All he can offer in reply is the soft sound of fabric moving, the sense of his body's shape rising calmly before her, and remaining there in tense readiness.]
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All he can offer in reply is the soft sound of fabric moving, the sense of his body's shape rising calmly before her, and remaining there in tense readiness.]