[Bellamy had been meant to take the meat, or the knife. Instead Murphy's caught: literally, by the wrist, and by the moment. Bellamy's reaction to his good mood and to the food hums warmth through him, bouncing it back in a way that could loop, if they let it. He can't see Bellamy's face, but he still stares for a long second, then drops his gaze back to the fire in a stutter of some uncertainty.]
It needs a minute. [So does he, he thinks.] Then you can have the rest of it.
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It needs a minute. [So does he, he thinks.] Then you can have the rest of it.