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[Continued from here.]

I might be starting to sober up at this point, but I can't really tell. My heart feels like it's close to practically beating straight out of my chest, but my hands aren't warm to the touch. I can tell they're as cold as ice against his, as his practically envelopes mine despite the fact that our fingers are tangled. I look up at him and it's strange, how much changes on his face as we walk down the path together, how the shadows age him and the light makes him look even younger, almost like a little boy. It strikes me then that I don't know that much about him, how old he is or even where he's originally from, what his story is. And then it strikes me that he doesn't know anything about me, not really, in much of a similar vein, and so I stop worrying, stop thinking, and my gaze starts to track the line of his shoulders instead, the sloping curve that delves down into long arms.

"We don't even know where we're going, do we?" I murmur out loud, stopping beneath the shadow of a nearby tree, looking up and up, higher and higher, above our heads, until I can squint into the darkness, my eyes making out the shape of a house as they adjust. It's dark up there, literally no sign of life, but it's a house, and it's in a tree, and something about that strikes me as infinitely funny. The hand that isn't holding his points upward, and I chuckle softly, my mind immediately racing with the possibilities. "What about there?"

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I follow the line of her arm, squinting up into the trees, grateful for the distraction from her first question. It gives me a moment to stop being embarrassed about the fact I'd have to say no, I have no idea, I barely even remember which way it is to the hut I've been staying in for weeks now. She doesn't seem to care, but that doesn't stop me feeling the rush of heat up my neck. It's dark enough for that not to matter, at least, except to me.

"Yeah," I say, a little startled by the sight of the treehouse. I know those exist around here, but I never expect them. It doesn't matter either way, though, I'd be happy out here if that's what it took. If she likes the look of the treehouse, that's where we're going. Cutting across the grass, I nod. "Yeah, that'll work. You don't think there's anyone in there, do you?"

It's hard to tell around here. There's only one way to figure it out, and it requires me to figure out where they're hiding the ladder first.