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Chapter Seven - Used 中古

Not a single crew member even bothered with a shirt in the sweltering July heat. The shirts simply turned into sopping wet masses of stained, smelly cloth. Allen, however, felt more eyes on him than usual. He was always in a sunny disposition, so the crew was friendly to him but no one had really ever seen his red, mutated arm. It deterred people away. He couldn't believe how judgmental everyone was being. He almost felt ashamed.

Kanda looked to Allen; he could tell that Allen was trying to keep up appearances. Kanda almost wanted to stand up for Allen but his brief moment of compassion evaporated. Kanda hated people who were weak and he despised his internal struggle with his feelings for Allen.

As Allen went on trying to cheer himself up and Kanda tried to remain busy, the look-out started shouting in terror.

"Akuma! I think that's an akuma!" he yelled with a shaky pointed finger. Allen looked that direction and in unison with Kanda's grab for his mugen, Allen's eye activated. He could see more than just one of them. It seemed like a little fleet was upon them.

Kanda and Allen were prepared with their activated innocence within a matter of seconds.

"Kaichu Ichigen!" Kanda shouted sending out a swarm of demon looking skulls. The akuma that weren't instantly destroyed started shooting off their cannons. Allen stopped bullets left and right. Keeping the ship from sustaining immense damage was vital. The akuma kept high in the sky to avoid Allen's arm. However, Allen's arm transformed into a gun-type and both he and Kanda shot off their attacks, but silence wouldn't come.

Kanda had darted up the mast to the crow's nest and leapt off it. He landed on a level one akuma and stabbed it with force before leaping onto another one. Atop the second, he sent out another attack and explosions filled the sky. The eruptions occurred like a finale in a fireworks display. Allen was shooting down akuma above Kanda to protect him. Allen wasn't protecting the crew or saving souls, he became consumed with Kanda's safety.

The akuma tried coming in on other sides, splitting Allen's attention.

"Exorcist!" a man shouted on deck. Kanda ignored the call for help and Allen turned his back on Kanda. He reminded himself that Kanda had gotten along by himself in worse times. Heroically, Allen decended from the crow's nest, his arm back to his giant white claw and he swiped at the akuma shooting at the deck. The ship had already lost a mast during the storm, repairing it against would be difficult.

The attack lasted for two hours. Kanda and Allen managed to block most of the fire and save the ship. The entire fleet of level one akuma weren't defeated though, ten or fifteen of them fell back. Both the exorcists were exhausted from the battle, they rested against each others backs under the stairs. Allen panted and put his red hand over his chest. Kanda was bent over staring at his legs, he was bleeding.

"Are you alright?" Allen asked taking a deep breath.

"Yeah," Kanda huffed leaning his head back on Allen's.

"We must be close," Allen said optimistically.

"Finally," Kanda said pushing himself up to his feet. Allen looked up and stood. He began following Kanda who wasn't speaking.

"You're limping," Allen noticed.

"Che," Kanda muttered walking forward.

"Allen, Kanda! Are you two alright? Here, here, come here," the captain shouted beckoning the two boys over. Allen came with a smile, Kanda disregarded the applause. The crew members were dwindling. Soon they would be forced to find a bearing and turn back, even so close.

Down in Kanda's room he rested on his little mattress pad. He took off his long boots and examined his leg. Dodging bullets he hadn't noticed the pain that was now stinging. A long gash drew across his left leg, right over the bone. He got up off the bed and went to the small washroom at the end of the ship. Inside he took a cloth and walked to the galley.

A large pot heated water to soak the cloth in. Kanda rested on a chair and waited for the water to boil. He closed his eyes and drifted into sleep.

The lotus flower was glowing brighter than usual. Mugen loomed over the hovering flower. Around Mugen, a red, wrinkled hand transformed into a white claw. The sword pointed up and away from the flower, it then came down with a swift movement and sliced the hourglass in half.

"Kanda?" Allen asked carefully inching forward to the sleeping tiger. He didn't stir. Allen reached out a hand and touched Kanda's cheek, his fingers brushed across the high cheek bone. Kanda's eyes opened and his hand clutched Allen's wrist. Allen lowered his arm and Kanda let go.

"We're alone," Allen said hoping this would allow Kanda to open up.

"We are nothing," Kanda said putting the cloth into the water next to him. He pulled it out and rolled up his pant leg. He bent down and cleaned off the dried blood. The cloth turned pink and Allen took it from Kanda. Kanda looked up to see Allen with bandages. He started wrapping his leg. Kanda stopped Allen, both hands on his. Allen's gaze moved from the wounded leg to Kanda's black eyes.

"I don't understand," Allen said pushing away and sitting on the floor.

"You never will," Kanda said condescendingly.

"Because you won't let me. It's not like you're very obvious about anything. You're an enigma Kanda," Allen said trying to get across his frustration.

"Drop everything about this. The bandages, memories, me; just drop it," Kanda said tying up his leg and standing. He limped lightly passed Allen and made his way back to his room. Allen followed again; he was sick of being left behind like something broken.

"You can't shut off the way you feel," Allen said as Kanda entered his room to rest.

"I'm not acting on emotions," Kanda said turning around.

"Oh? Oh you're not. Well I missed the part where you took me into your room and put your tongue all over me," Allen said rather loudly. Kanda turned around, covered Allen's mouth, let go and then punched him square in the face. His lip split open and started bleeding. Allen wiped his lip and stared at Kanda.

"I hope you feel better now," Allen said almost paralyzed to the floor.

"Shut up," Kanda said, his heart shook. He instantly regretted hitting Allen, but thought maybe this would end things. "I only ever did that because I had nothing else to do. We're closer to the island now, so I won't need you to keep me occupied anymore."

Allen took a deep breath and tears welled up in his eyes.

"I don't believe that," he said.

"You're pathetic," Kanda said turning his back on Allen again. He didn't do this to be mean, he did it to not look at the sad mess he had made.

For three days they moved through the ocean at new speed. Finding akuma excited the men, even while lamenting their loss. Kanda and Allen didn't talk; Allen was too hurt at the time to try. They only began speaking with each other on the fourth day with level two akuma appeared on the horizon.

"Don't get in my way bean sprout," Kanda warned Allen.

"My name's Allen," Allen corrected, almost snarling at Kanda.

"Che," Kanda said pulling out Mugen, readying himself.

The fight soon surpassed the first battle, Kanda and Allen's combined efforts couldn't protect the ship. In between the slicing and destroying of the akuma, Kanda kept yelling at Allen for being in his way and not trying hard enough.

"Don't tell me how to fight Mr. Ponytail," Allen said taking a stab at Kanda's long hair.

"Learn how to and I won't have to tell you," Kanda yelled taking down a level two. The two never came back to back, emotions were too high. Allen was crushed by his feelings and Kanda was too stubborn.

A hole fell through the ship when an akuma began fire at Allen. A dozen other attacks obliterated the ship leaving Kanda and Allen underwater. Familiar feelings burdened Kanda, but Allen was new to it. The water covered them with enemies overhead and provided protection. Salt water stung Kanda's eyes, he blinked and saw Allen sinking.

'Baka,' he thought swimming to Allen. He took Allen in his arms and looked up to the surface of the water and the current carried them to debris. Kanda lifted Allen onto a large wooden piece of shrapnel and clung to the side, exhausted. The water was warm, it felt wrong. It made Kanda sleepy, but the salt in his wounds stung fiercely and kept him awake.

Kanda rested his head on the board, facing away from Allen. The sun warmed the boys and began drying them up.

"Mm," Allen mumbled opening his eyes. He was instantly blinded but his pupils quickly focused and he saw a head laying before him. Moving his eyes he saw a hand cling to the edge of the board.

"Kanda?" Allen asked quietly shifting his hand to Kanda's shoulder.

"Mmmnh," Kanda muttered waking up.

"Are you okay?" Allen asked still not moving his position.

"I'm fine," Kanda replied not asking Allen his state of health.

"Yeah, of course you're fine," Allen said remembering how he felt before. Kanda began pulling through the water to the sandy, bright shore. Allen helped and they rowed in silence.

Washing up on shore, Kanda stood up and steadied himself on a lacerated legs.

"I want to help you," Allen said knowing Kanda would ignore him. Regardless of Kanda's pride, Allen came to aid him. Allen placed an arm around Kanda's waist and pulled his arm around his own shoulders. Kanda had been in this position before and reluctantly accepted.

Above the shoreline, Allen put Kanda down. Kanda laid down, Allen next to the sun they fell asleep.

Akuma came over the sleeping boys. It wasn't any level either of them had seen. IT was something entirely mutant with no soul.

"You can't see," it sounded like an old creaky door. "I will kill you know."

Neither Allen or Kanda woke up, the akuma descended upon the human bodies. Layer by layer, skin was peeled off. The akuma took off their clothes and reached inside through their stomachs. They were in a paralyzed coma. The akuma finished them off by eating their brains and eyes with its greedy fingers. Licking the slime off its fingernails, it stole their innocence without blinking.

Kanda's mouth opened, blood poured out and he screamed.

Darkness engulfed the bodies on the tropical island, the temperature barely shifted. Kanda's whole body moved violently and he woke up sitting erect. He took a deep breath and cursed his dreams. Allen woke up feeling Kanda. He stirred and saw Kanda's thigh, Allen reached over and touched it lightly. Kanda looked to the hand and pushed it off, Allen sat up.

"What were you dreaming about?" Allen asked rubbing sleep from his eyes.

"Nothing," Kanda replied looking to the shoreline. His dreams were getting more frequent and he started to wonder about the underlying meaning of them. Each time he woke up disturbed and they all had something to do with Allen.

Kanda stood up and began trudging towards the jungle.

"What are you doing? Your legs are cut up and you're going to walk around in the jungle by yourself?" Allen asked springing up.

"Yes," Kanda replied ignoring the sting in his legs. "There's cover inside the jungle." He gritted his teeth and kept walking.

"No one will find us in the jungle!" Allen shouted thinking it was best to be rescued in plain sight rather than being missed and stranded for years to come.

"I'm not looking to be found," Kanda said crossing into the trees. Allen gave up, he would find him in the morning when he could actually see. It was dangerous and unnerving for Allen to let Kanda go, but he knew of the eighteen year old's incredible recovery rate.

Kanda walked through the jungle as far as he could until night fall. When it was too dark to really make his way through the trees without stubbing a toe, he found a small clearing that a river had cut through. Taking the opportunity Kanda collected wood and built up a small fire. Light and warmth radiated a small distance around the fire causing a certain surrounding of orange light.

Stripping off the salt water encrusted clothes; Kanda washed himself and them in the fresh water of the river. It may not have been the cleanest but it felt good to Kanda to have the salt deposits run off his body.

Pulling out his hair, a dark blue mass fell with a bump in it. Kanda ran his fingers through it and then bent down in the water and without tipping over, precariously soaked his head. Wet hair slapped his back as he lifted his head and stood up. Suddenly a girl was in front of him, behind his fire. Kanda stood uncovered, his eyes searching for visible signs of her erupting into an akuma.

She said something unintelligible.

"English," Kanda said hoping that might mean something to her. She started going off on him, almost in a panic. Her tan skin glowing against the fire.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Kanda said distantly grabbing for his clothes. She came at him screaming at the top of her lungs like a wild animal. Kanda was taken down by pure surprise. Her hand gripped his hair as if she was in control but her fearful eyes betrayed her.

Kanda pushed the girl up but she held tight and pulled his hair. He yelled at the sharp pain and rolled over on her. A blue curtain fell over the sides of her face, a quaking smile spread over her face. She uttered one more word and as Kanda tried to make an understanding of it, Allen came into view from the clearing.

"K-Kanda?" Allen half shouted and choked. Kanda's head whipped up and he glared at Allen. HE quickly got off the girl and started pulling on his clothes.

"Why are you here?" Kanda asked tugging up his pants. He was covered in dirt and leaves again, back into sopping wet clothes and caught in a compromising position.

"I-I heard a scream," Allen's eyes were still wide. The native girl got up and walked over to Kanda. Her smile was wide now, she was full of pride.

"She's fine," Kanda said looking at the beaming girl.

"Who is she?" Allen asked composing himself.

"I don't know," Kanda said uninterested.

"What's your name?" Allen asked the half dressed woman. She was confused and looked to Kanda. Allen turned his attention too.

"What do you want me to do?" Kanda asked angrily.

"Nevermind," Allen said approaching the woman. Allen began asking her questions and waiting patiently for responses. Kanda got back into the river and trusted Allen to occupy his eyes with the girl in front of him.

The dirt and leaves washed away downstream and Kanda was left to ask Allen for dry clothes.

"Give me your jacket," Kanda demanded. Allen's attention was averted from the girl straight to Kanda. His face flushed within a matter of seconds. His eyes couldn't help but stare at the perfectly carved body and he found himself awestruck.

"MOYASHI!" Kanda shouted now feeling exposed to Allen's perverted fantasies. Allen quickly tore off his jacket and handed it to Kanda while looking away. Embarrassed, Kanda yanked the jacket out of Allen's hands and walked to the edge of the river to sit on a flat rock. Allen backed off and shuffled over to the girl again.

Kanda rested his head against a tree and found himself asleep after the exhausting day. Allen's jacket draped loosely over Kanda's lap, his hands rested on top. Deep sleep gripped his mind and dreams became buried.

"Kanda, she left," Allen said touching Kanda's shoulder. The bare hand on his skin woke him up and Allen quickly retracted his hand.

"Your clothes are dry," Allen said handing Kanda an armful of folded clothes. Kanda took the clothes without force and gave Allen his jacket back. Once dressed again, Kanda stood up and walked to the fire and began staring into it.

"I think we should follow her," Allen said across the fire.

"She can take care of herself," Kanda said trying to refocus on the mission.

"I think she was afraid, she kept looking at you before she ran off," Allen said looking in the direction the girl left.

"You can go chase her," Kanda suggested straightening his jacket and savoring the warmth.

"She probably came from a village Kanda, we should go find her," Allen said strongly.

"Let's go then," Kanda agreed realizing a village would be more useful than sitting in a clearing. Allen was a little confused because he didn't have to argue anymore to make his point. He led the way through the dark, pulling leaves and branches out of his face. A large one smacked Kanda in his stomach. He stopped walking and glared after Allen's short figure.

'Moyaaashi,' Kanda's thoughts growled. He broke the branch and kept moving forward.

"Do you know here you're going?" Kanda asked after ten minutes. The darkness wasn't getting and clearer with exposure. Allen hesitated.

"…no…" he muttered. Kanda's eyes settled into his natural expression of bordem, seriousness and distaste. Allen turned around.

"I only lost it a few minutes ago. I'm sure we can find it again," Allen said optimistically.

"We?" Kanda asked.

"Me," Allen grumbled. "You're no help at all."

Kanda ignored him. They turned around and Allen looked at the ground trying to decipher exactly where he'd gotten lost. Something shifted in the bushes and Allen and Kanda drew their attention towards it. Before they activated their innocence the native girl crawled out of the foliage and clung to Kanda's leg. She was whispering something feverishly. Kanda stepped back and Allen dropped down to his knees concerned.

"Are you okay? What is it?" Allen asked touching her shoulder. She turned to him and pulled at his shirt. She told him what was going on, except he couldn't understand her at all.

"Just calm down," he said stroking her shoulder.

"Get her off my leg," Kanda demanded concentrating on the darkness in front of him. A distorted male voice whispered through the jungle.

"Akuma," Kanda said, his leg free. Allen stood up and blocked the girl. The invoked their innocence as a level two akuma appeared with an open moth lined with numerous teeth. It didn't have time to tease the exorcists; Kanda and Allen both took it down within a matter of seconds. Kanda's mugen and Allen's left arm were unstoppable lethal weapons when paired together in synchronization.

The girl crawled over to the boys and bowed over and over repeatedly. Allen bent down and tried to lift the off the ground.

"Please don't do that. It's our job," Allen said picking her up. She kept saying what Allen thought was 'thank you'. She then held out her hand to motion for them to follow. Allen pulled on Kanda's hand to get him moving from his firm stance. Kanda caught up, drew his hand from Allen's and followed along voluntarily.

An orange glow started leaking through the leaves and branches and soon a village came into sight. Only tents of animal skin showed shelter for the native people. A couple fires and some other village people proved this was the girl's camp. She led them down a hill and they descended into the foreign site.

She introduced them in her tongue and soon they were being praised. Kanda stayed stiff and aloof while Allen grew friendly and open. Staring off into the jungle beyond Kanda was nudged. He looked to see Allen holding a pile of tanned animal skins in his arms.

"They're done?" Kanda asked noticing they had been left. Eyes still lingered far away, but they weren't being bombarded anymore.

"Yes. As far as I can tell, they want us to change before we eat," Allen said looking from Kanda to a vacant tent.

"I'm fine in my own clothes," Kanda said stubbornly.

"Can you just humor them? It's been a long day," Allen said ready to eat and sleep. Kanda followed Allen to the tent. Once inside, Kanda sat in the corner, three feet away from Allen in the middle. Allen took the top animal hides and unfolded what seemed to be no more than a loin cloth. His face went pink.

"Just humor them," Kanda looked smug. Allen threw the loin cloth at him and picked up a pair of long animal skin pants. They were clearly for Kanda. Allen glowered at the thought of him in a loin cloth, it was embarrassing and slightly degrading, He was never one to belittle anybodies customs or traditions, but he was paler than a ghost and so naked in front of a dressed Kanda was a humiliating thought.

"Look, I'm not changing. Just drown in the pants. I don't want to see your lily white ass anyway," Kanda said content in his own clothes. The prospect of taking off his uniform was unthinkable.

"Thanks," Allen said relieved. He started to take off his uniform and noticed Kanda's haze on the adjacent side of the tent. Cold and disconnected as always. The situation wasn't any less awkward though. Allen vividly remembered the feelings he had when Kanda had almost taken hold of him on the ship. What was he supposed to do with that? Fortunately, Kanda had gotten uncomfortable and left to stand outside. Allen sighed in a second relief and changed quickly. He came out with his dirty clothes and the village of about twenty people appeared, ready to celebrate the defeat of the akuma.

Allen bravely went to the original native girl and smiled. She took him to the center fire pit and everyone sat down to eat. The chieftain invited Kanda over. Secretly hungry, Kanda agreed. Receiving his bowl of cooked meet, Kanda picked it up hesitantly with his fingers. Allen had already devoured the whole thing without blinking.

"It's good," Allen said grinning and licking his fingers. "It's like some sort of pork."

Kanda smelled it and didn't recognize the mangled parts. He didn't want to skip food though, so he placed a small portion in his mouth and chewed. It was overcooked, whatever it was. He swallowed and proceeded to eat the rest of the meat. Once everyone finished the chief announced something and people all broke out in dance around the fire with portable instruments. Kanda sat some way across from Allen and watched his profile in the fire light. He was enjoying himself. Kanda felt the ice on his drip a little. His mind wandered from the mission; Allen could be so obtrusively annoying.

After the dancing, singing, laughing and incomprehensible blather, the chief placed a skull on a rod and lodged it in front of Kanda and Allen's hut. This made them both worry.

"What do you suppose that means?" Allen laughed nervously to Kanda.

"That someone died," Kanda figured.

"But it's in front of our tent," Allen pointed out. The native girl kissed the skull, wiped her tears and hugged the chief. The chief let the girl go and motioned for Allen and Kanda to come forward. They came and the chief held up two fingers. Neither of the boys recognized the sign but entered their tent with smiling peaceful faces around them.

The fire lit up their silhouettes inside the tent and they sat quietly wondering about the days events.

"I think maybe they could help us find the innocence," Allen said moving around to get more comfortable.

"Why?" Kanda asked taking off his uniform jacket.

"They've been on this island longer than us. They might know something Kanda," Allen said hugging his knees.

"You've figured out how to talk to them?" Kanda asked throwing his jacket over his shoulders and laid down.

"No. But you and I some how move along without communicating properly," Allen grumbled bitterly.

"There's nothing to communicate," Kanda said to the dirt. Allen shot him a crusty glare.

"Stop staring at me moyashi," Kanda said feeling Allen's eyes on his back.

"Gah! Why are you such a jerk Kanda?" Allen asked throwing a small rock at his head. Kanda twitched and sat up. "Contrary to your delusions of grandeur, the world does not revolve around you. You can't just use me at your disposal."

"I'm not going to have the same damn fight again," Kanda said getting sick with the repetition.

"Then stop giving me a reason to bring it up. If it stopped happening, I wouldn't have to argue my side," Allen growled.

"You think I'm 'ignoring' you and 'not treating you well'. You can take those feelings and go cry in a corner. We are on a mission. I'm not in charge of your fragile emotions," Kanda said trying to set everything straight. In all honesty, he couldn't forget the kisses they had snuck and the night that Kanda had stopped them from advancing their relationship. It wasn't solely boredom that propelled his actions and emotions. A long time had been coming for this to surface. At first, Kanda really had a distaste for Allen, it evolved to tolerance, to respect, to admirations and morphed into actually liking him. To protect his reputation, he could not only not like Allen, he couldn't like anyone. At least, not to the point it was a weakness.

"Screw you," Allen said flatly. Kanda stared at Allen in disbelief. Allen was pissed enough to give up. Kanda's emotions took hold and denial shifted to anger. Not anger out of irritation or rage, but fear. The fear was losing Allen. He didn't know if he wanted distance or intimacy. The contradictory thought process he went through led him to express himself in the most confusing ways.

Kanda pushed Allen down; his back began digging into the dirt.

"Get off," Allen said turning his head to the side. Kanda had him pinned, his hands pressed hard against Allen's shoulders.

"Get off Kanda!" Allen said turning to face him furiously. Kanda leaned down and kissed Allen, pulling back biting on his bottom lip.

"Make up your mind," Allen sighed.

"Shh," Kanda said dragging his hand softly to Allen's lips.

"No," Allen said under Kanda's fingers. "Talk to me." Kanda grunted and let go. He sat up and glared at the ten opening.

"You don't get to use me," Allen said sitting up with him.

"Do you want to do this moyashi?" Kanda asked.

"I do. But you seem to forget I have feelings," Allen said looking to Kanda's hair.

"Stop acting like a girl," Kanda said.

"A girl? I'm not allowed to feel hurt and pushed around?" Allen asked leaning forward.

"It shouldn't bother you."

"Because it doesn't bother you? When I told you to get off just now, I saw you go through emotions. You aren't a robot Kanda," Allen said. Kanda didn't say anything which proved Allen right.

"I'm not trying to be 'holier than thou', I just think if you could respect me, that would be a good start," Allen said brushing Kanda's hair out of his face. Kanda turned his head to the younger boy. He knew he had been a complete asshole. Kanda nodded in agreement. Allen gave him a kiss. He touched his jaw and pulled his chin close. Kanda tilted his own head and moved his body to face Allen.

They began making out, Kanda's hands felt all over Allen's already half naked body and Allen returned the touches with his own hands that peeled off Kanda's outfit. Shirtless again, the two boys fell to the ground, dirt rubbing each other's backs raw. They were a quiet as possible, Allen stifled his moans by biting his lip.

"I've not done anything yet," Kanda said feeling Allen in his hand. He kneeled at Allen's firmly planted feet. Allen was on his back, his legs bent, feet on the ground. Kanda had a hold of him and he bit his lip to make it bleed. His back arched, Kanda smirked, his other hand becoming involved now. Allen dug his fingernails into the dirt and contorted his head to keep from talking. After Allen was fully extended, Kanda dragged his fingers up Allen's abdomen to his chest and he leaned down.

"Your turn," he whispered greedily after kissing him softly. Allen moved his face to Kanda and leaned up to kiss him again. His dark side appeared. Allen pushed Kanda up to his knees again and he got to his own knees as well. They kissed with passion; Allen's hands over Kanda's carved body and Kanda's wrapped into Allen's hair.

Allen pulled back and then leaned down to kiss Kanda's collar bone and he followed with a trail of sucking and kissing down the muscular body. Allen reached Kanda's lower half with excitement. He began kissing it, feeling Kanda push his hand over Allen's shoulder blades. Allen played and teased a little more with his fingers and lips until he was ready. Coming up from below, Allen seemed older. Kanda received another kiss and a whisper in his ear; a request from Allen.

"No," Kanda answered pulling away. He grabbed his clothes and dressed as Allen felt the moment shatter.

"Why?" he asked, still naked, kneeling and confused. Kanda pulled his jacket over himself like a blanket. He pretended to sleep. Allen felt his stomach churning uneasily, what was Kanda playing at? Allen thought maybe he was too young for Kanda, that's why he kept stopping right before digging himself an irreparable hole. Allen argued that he was beyond his years though; Cross had taught him more than he'd ever like to know. There was nothing left for Allen to do short of shaking Kanda to get him to open his eyes. It wasn't as If force would do any good, it would only screw their entire relationship sideways. Allen took his new clothes and scooted to the other side of the tent, six feet away.