Ronan sat at the kitchen table, his hands around his coffee mug -- he wasn't drinking out of it, not more than the occasional, absent sip, so much as trying to absorb the warmth through the mug.
It wasn't working; his heart? Still kinda chilled. Whatever was going on in the multiverse had him shaken to the core.
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"Ronan, it's Jack. There's about a halfway chance this is an insane question, but -- is anything odd happening there?"
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"You might want to get to Fandom ASAP, if it's happening in your world, too."
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When the smell of coffee drifted into the bedroom, she left a restlessly sleeping Wyatt and followed her nose.
"Morning," Isabel quietly as she stopped in the doorway to the kitchen. "Did you sleep at all?"
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"Speaking from my limited experience? I'd say no. It's not." But she understood the desire to want to go home and check on the people he cared about.
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