She shakes her head lightly, but with Dean's hands on either side of her face, Faye finds herself calming just enough, hands reaching up to rest over his fingers and holding them there. If there was a virus, he'd be exposed already. If there was a virus, she'd never forgive herself. But the seconds pass and waves crash out in the ocean, and he's fine, still standing, his voice calm.
"I'm immune to it either way," she replies, taking a slow breath, shuddering less than her last. "Sometimes I see them— just on any old day."
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Date: 2012-02-10 07:14 am (UTC)"I'm immune to it either way," she replies, taking a slow breath, shuddering less than her last. "Sometimes I see them— just on any old day."