[This time, Pal’s smile is one of those ridiculous, stupid, bright-as-the-sun smiles that fully transforms him. For a long moment he watches her as she fumbles with the clutch, and then he goes back to staring out the window and into the strange, illusionary expanse beyond.
Palamedes Sextus is no fool: he knows that horrors lie ahead. But for the first time in a long time, he feels something like hope.
They soon arrive back at the parking lot and Pal hops out of the rover, his hair still tousled and sticking slightly to his forehead with sweat, his glasses smudged and askew. He falls in step beside Clarke as they walk back to the diner.] I don’t know about you, but I could do with one of those milkshakes.
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Palamedes Sextus is no fool: he knows that horrors lie ahead. But for the first time in a long time, he feels something like hope.
They soon arrive back at the parking lot and Pal hops out of the rover, his hair still tousled and sticking slightly to his forehead with sweat, his glasses smudged and askew. He falls in step beside Clarke as they walk back to the diner.] I don’t know about you, but I could do with one of those milkshakes.