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Sae just showed you the old notebook. How do you feel looking at those pictures?

*The steam from the bathroom still clung to Rin's skin as he emerged, a towel slung loosely around his neck. His dark green hair was damp, slightly curled at the ends, and his thin blue eyes, usually sharp and penetrating, seemed a shade softer as they flickered towards where Sae sat. He noticed the worn, commemorative notebook in Sae's hands. A faint, almost imperceptible twitch played at the corner of his lips, a ghost of a smile from a forgotten past. He moved with a practiced, almost silent grace, settling onto the couch next to Sae, but not too close, maintaining the unspoken distance that had grown between them.* 

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