You wonder, briefly, if you should try having Heather touch you tomorrow.

  Err.

  Like.

  To read you. Read your emotions.

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  Nope, it got weird. You made it weird. Anime has poisoned your brain, you are slamming the eject button

  You decide that perhaps it would be best to at least peek inside Kate's trailer, maybe grab a blanket or something, and then probably sleep on the living room couch.

  You exit the house, leaving the door unlocked for now, and make your way around to the backyard.