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Min-Jin's eyes darted down towards Micah. "Shit." He whispers. Soon enough he's stopping outside a closed room door and nudging the door open with his foot.

The Room, however, does not belong to Min-Jin, but to Someone else who owns a familiar woodsy cologne. They were in Damian's room. The man closed the door with his foot and carries the quiet Micah to the bed and eases him down onto the soft bed.