[ Dimitri is still in the close confines of the closet, listening intently as the clinic work searches for something or perhaps files something away. He cannot be sure what it is, only that it seems to be taking an eternity. He glances down as Yuri touches his arm, only just able to make out his expression in the dim light. He offers a sheepish smile and a slight shrug.
What can they do?
Outside as the seconds tick by the worker shuffles some more papers. There's a cough and then the scratch of a pen, as if they're making a note. ]
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What can they do?
Outside as the seconds tick by the worker shuffles some more papers. There's a cough and then the scratch of a pen, as if they're making a note. ]