[Focus on Penelope. Keep at it. Sound of her voice, scent and feel of her hair, the warmth of proximity... Freya's hand reaches out slowly, blinding, finding Pen's knee and resting there. Contact, more sensation to focus on.]
Five minutes doesn't feel right. [Another pause. She murmurs,] And 22. Feel a lot older.
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Five minutes doesn't feel right. [Another pause. She murmurs,] And 22. Feel a lot older.