[Despite the questions that he wants to ask, he nods sharply and with one last lingering look over his shoulder, he leaves. The saloon is a lively place, and it hasn't quieted down in the minutes he'd spend in her room. The din of too many people in a small space rises from the ground floor and someone slaps him on the back on his way down the stairs, a crude joke about stamina tumbling over the liver-colored lips before Gleb stumbles a little, smile thin and watery as he walks out.]
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[Just before dawn two days later, Clara will find Gleb waiting by the side of the school, swathed in shadows and with his hat tipped down to hide of his face, the black poncho flapping in the cool breeze as it blows in from the desert.]
Good morning, ma'am.
[As he steps forward, letting the light of the lantern on the side of the school find him.]
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-------- TIME SKIP ------
[Just before dawn two days later, Clara will find Gleb waiting by the side of the school, swathed in shadows and with his hat tipped down to hide of his face, the black poncho flapping in the cool breeze as it blows in from the desert.]
Good morning, ma'am.
[As he steps forward, letting the light of the lantern on the side of the school find him.]