[ he finds her hand again, but not for running this time. when he lifts it, he taps the marks that have been tattooed into her forearm, the eighteen. pulls at the sleeve of his shirt to show her his own tattoo, the first three numbers the same: 018. ]
Button eighteen, eighteenth floor. There's something meant for us here, I'm certain of it.
[ and now that the explanation's given, the hand-holding does turn into its regular purpose: pulling rose along as he heads down the corridors with a long stride, unafraid of whatever they might find. ]
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Button eighteen, eighteenth floor. There's something meant for us here, I'm certain of it.
[ and now that the explanation's given, the hand-holding does turn into its regular purpose: pulling rose along as he heads down the corridors with a long stride, unafraid of whatever they might find. ]