[ The hand slides off his face and into Stephanie's hand, while Hyde holds his other and contemplates chomping on it. There is no smile on the counselor's face anymore, expression perfectly neutral. His hands are on the cooler side, dry, with pistachio dust on the fingertips, and the longer they hold onto him, the longer a sense of foreboding settles upon them, like in the library whenever one tries to speak.
But he does not otherwise move or speak, looking at Stephanie to follow up because she was the one who wanted him to stop smiling. ]
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But he does not otherwise move or speak, looking at Stephanie to follow up because she was the one who wanted him to stop smiling. ]