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Click.
I breathe deeper without my binder's compression. My left foot spins the protractor.
Click.
Same angle. Inhale. Shift the xenonite constructor downwards with my right foot. Exhale. Steady my hand, and...
Click-spin thrice.
I whoop. "A perfect hexagon!"
Rocky makes an exasperated-affectionate finger-Iℓℓ. “Finally!”
“Thanks!”
Rocky tilts. “I thought you already wrote about the Anatomy Museum in your journal.”
“Just copying the diagram from there,” I reply, “I'm building a model similar to the museum's. Got the puncher to translate the rest. It's a 2-in-1 lesson plan for GCMS: anatomy in English, Eridian language with this.”
I gesture towards my amateurish replica.
“Why do you insist on DIY?” Rocky asks, “The Museum would've given you one.”
“Remember when I wrote letters to Stratt?”
“Oh yes. Hate-love-ambivalence shit you won't ever send.”
“Same principle: I'm pouring my feelings to someone who won't hear, to acknowledge they're important, and release them… That's closure.”
Rocky presses himself onto me. “Then I'll help.”
When it's done, I can see my students weaving in and out of the hexagons like Eridian worker cells...
“Your face is leaking!”
“It might be the best lesson plan I've ever made." I grin, despite. "Fist-bump, Rocky."
"Fist-bump."
