"Brains," she says, using her most serious pet name for me, in her most serious playful tone. "Listen to me, you're getting all far away, like you do whenever we travel."
I can feel my anxiety levels rising: we're going to be in an unfamiliar city, at a protest, and I don't know how we're getting where we need to go, or what the area is like.
"I just want to take care of you!" I plead.
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