[ He's about to say something else when the wind shrieks against the windows. Shrieks, like something possessed, like it's trying to possess them, and Neal clutches his hands over his ears reflexively. It's hard to think past the sound, past the feeling of being cut up inside, and a moment later he has his arm around Daisy, supporting her without thinking about it, feet braced wide to keep himself upright. ]
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[ He's about to say something else when the wind shrieks against the windows. Shrieks, like something possessed, like it's trying to possess them, and Neal clutches his hands over his ears reflexively. It's hard to think past the sound, past the feeling of being cut up inside, and a moment later he has his arm around Daisy, supporting her without thinking about it, feet braced wide to keep himself upright. ]