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Mako watched her quietly. His head was cocked in one direction, his eyebrow in another. A look of incredible confusion was plastered across his typically stoic features. She had a strong affinity for rendering him speechless, but usually that was when she was speaking. Once, just once, when she nervously rammed her lips to his for a split second. But never like this. Never as silently and motionless as she was now. He swallowed several times, trying to find his voice, which he'd seemed to have lost somewhere deep down in his soul. His throat felt dry and sticky, his palms cold and sweaty. And she was quiet. So quiet. Her knees were pulled