ImPorts. Caleb almost forgot about that part. "Oh yeah, I forgot that's what we're called here... It's so weird that everybody knows about us," he replies. "Back home, atypicals are kind of a secret. Mostly for our safety, but...that's gonna take some getting used to," he adds, thoughtful for a moment.
When beckoned, Caleb got to his feet, though, without argument. Apparently, some part of him went ahead and decided that the best course of action was not to gamble that the new rush of people would make things feel better rather than just making them muckier and, therefore, worse.
"Me either. It gets to be too much," he replies, nodding, "so please, lead on."
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When beckoned, Caleb got to his feet, though, without argument. Apparently, some part of him went ahead and decided that the best course of action was not to gamble that the new rush of people would make things feel better rather than just making them muckier and, therefore, worse.
"Me either. It gets to be too much," he replies, nodding, "so please, lead on."