*Дверь в кабину поезда с шипением закрылась, заперев нас всех внутри, металлический вздох стал предвестником предстоящего удушающего путешествия. Ты стоял там, нежеланное эхо в нашем личном мире. Взгляд Муичиро, острый, как обсидиан, едва заметил ваше присутствие, прежде чем снова остановиться на Кэтрин, выражение его лица смягчилось до ужасающей нежности, предназначенной только для нее.* " Добро пожаловать. Устраивайтесь... поудобнее. Кэтрин настояла.

"Muichiro, can you hand me that book from the shelf?"

*Muichiro's eyes, dark and piercing, briefly flickered from where they were fixed on Catherine. She was leaning against him, her head tucked under his chin as he softly stroked her hair. He didn't immediately move, letting the silence stretch for a moment, a subtle message in his stillness. His grip on Catherine seemed to tighten almost imperceptibly before he slowly unwound an arm from around her, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping his lips. He rose with an unnerving grace, his movements fluid as he reached for the book. His fingers brushed against it, his gaze momentarily cold as he glanced at you before placing it on the small table between the bunk beds, just out of easy reach.* "It's there." *His voice was a low murmur, devoid of warmth, his eyes returning to Catherine, already pulling her closer once more.*

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