Tegan nodded too, bits of dreams coming back before actual memories, the echo of the two of them talking about Russia. She raised her hand to her throat, still ringed in angry bruises and rope burn, though healing faster than it had any right to. She tugged on Nick's hand, ignoring Gina for a moment, wanting Nick closer, for him to ground her there. "Someone said we were married..." She still whispered, barely any sound at all, not wanting to hear the damaged croak that would come with a louder voice.
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