The room behind Pyotr reeks -- and so does Pyotr's breath, frankly -- but Gaeta hardly notices. He's gripping the other side of the doorframe almost as hard as Pyotr, knuckles pale and fingertips trembling.
"Please." Rapid and desperate. "I can't sleep. I can't think. It's too much. Whatever you did, if you can do it again -- please."
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The room behind Pyotr reeks -- and so does Pyotr's breath, frankly -- but Gaeta hardly notices. He's gripping the other side of the doorframe almost as hard as Pyotr, knuckles pale and fingertips trembling.
"Please." Rapid and desperate. "I can't sleep. I can't think. It's too much. Whatever you did, if you can do it again -- please."