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He can hear every time her flats collide with the cold flooring of the laboratory.

He mentally face palms himself for feeling so attentive around her.

He can't find a way to suppress these odd emotions from resurfacing every time that she appears in his room.

He wants to speak to her so badly, completely tired of staying quiet and still like a robot.

He has already decided what to do the next time she walks into his room.

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