[Kravitz doesn't do well in cramped, close quarters- a byproduct of spending eternity with an entire stockade and apartment to himself- but in this moment, he feels almost peaceful. Their journey is nearly over, the end is in sight, and for some fucking reason- that he refuses to question, lest the universe sees fit to ruin it- he has some space to himself. (Suspicious. No! Not questioning. Anyway.)
He sits with his ankles crossed, nose buried in the book he took with him for the journey, scribbling corrections in it's margins. That's how he do.]
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He sits with his ankles crossed, nose buried in the book he took with him for the journey, scribbling corrections in it's margins. That's how he do.]