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Cellbit couldn't speak; it was as though his vocal cords had simply stopped working. There was a reason he had been avoiding Roier all day, and this was it. He couldn't lie to Roier. Even as the younger man grabbed at his shoulders, scanning him up and down as if he'd seen a ghost, Cellbit couldn't stop his mind from spiraling ahead, trying to plot out the conversation before they'd even started."I…I can't believe it," Roier breathed, smiling as he pulled Cellbit into a tight hug. "You're alive! Everyone kept saying you were dead, but I didn't listen—I knew you were okay; you were alive, you had to be!""Okay, okay, Roier." Cellbit winced as the other man's hand hit the wound on his back, flinching away impulsively. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine."~or, Cellbit has a close brush with death, and it throws things into perspective.