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An officer colances at me and mouths, "Javi?"

I nod, and watch hiive in and say we can call et us out faster, but I can’t see hiured out soured out what crack in ht

It’s not because I’m upset over Henry, but I can’t help but think it’s all connected My e I know is that today at that protest, I felt invisible

And I didn’t realize until I clicked those handcuffs into place that I’d felt that way long before we set up camp in front of that hoe?" he asks

I feel weirdly shy now that Matt is gone, and I no longer feel the need to go into my ten-minute rant about the state of politics in this country

I turn away from him so that I don’t have to make eye contact, kind of like that whole don’t look directly at the sun or you’ll risk visual i This was just a different kind of iht I wave a hand and explain: "The city is cutting funding for the hoet problems, but really they just don’t want their historic don blemished with the less fortunate"

He nods, but doesn’t reply, and why am I so damn self-conscious? We stay silent for a while, and I wish Officer Tribble hadn’t taken er than the couple of minutes it should take for a phone call And I can feel his eyes on iven in to the urge to pace when he speaks again

"SoPickle?"

I spin and look at the cell across fro, and I blanch "Uhno I’ Dyl Pickle It’s stupid"

"Dylan," he repeats And I have never felt less invisible than I do in that rips the bar and leans back slightly, and he must be some kind of workout junkie because even with clothes on, his body is unreal

"Silas"

I take a seat back on the bench and pullat you, Silas I’ arrested will do that to you"

So will a co

"Yeah," I answer absently, anxiety sweeping through ain I lay ht Like that’s possible

"I’ too bad"

I wince

"Did you?"

"Define bad"