[In the fragile moment, as Starr rested a hand on his shoulder and Chilton turned his head towards him, his body tense and uncertain, did then Chilton bring a hand up to meet Starr's own. Resting on top of Starr's own. Willing, but hesitant. Ambitious, but fearful. Frederick Chilton was a project to be worked upon, someone who would want this power -- but he didn't know how to command it.]
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We're going back?
[He gave Starr's hand a hopeful squeeze.]