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He was semi-napping in his tent, backpack under his head, one early morning. He’d been reading, but now he was just watching the light rain bead up on the outside of his tent until it got heavy enough
Mateo realized he was gripping Nigel’s jacket pretty hard and Nigel hadn’t been speaking for a while, and he was looking pretty scared but also pretty tough, in a weird nerd way. Like he expected Mate