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From Zeno's place on the bed inside the one-way glass containment, his knees were bunched up and his arms folded over them. He kept his head tucked down to lessen the strain of the light when the buzz of the door signaled the electronic locks disengaging and the door opening.
It was a second Zeno had already come to recognize, and it drew his gaze upward as his amber eyes narrowed against the brightness, which nauseated him.
This time, it hadn't been a doctor. Instead, Chris, who still wore the same muted gray-green uniform from the first visit, stepped in.
He still had tension in his brow and a heat in his assessing gaze that raked over his bunched form. Zeno still couldn't determine if Chris' disposition was a response to his existence or simply the way the man had always carried himself. But he wasn't put off by it. Instead, he slowly unfurled himself, like a flower opening toward the sun.
"Chris." The name registered in his mind as it normally would and came out just as such. And yet, it did not stay that way. It dragged on internally, even loosened, before it bent out of shape.
Chrisssss.