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The scientists didn't hold back from sharing the last lesson's juicy details with the reporters. The news didn't come from everyone, but a few had much to gain from delivering Khan's personal information to the public.

Khan read the news during the ride to his flat, and sadness invaded him when he exited the elevator. He could sense Monica in the main hall, and some guilt gripped his stomach as he approached her.

Monica peeked past the couch with a joyous smile, but Khan's expression froze it. She immediately understood the issue, and an admonishing face replaced her previous grin.

"I'm not mad, dummy," Monica scolded. "How many times do I have to repeat it?"

Khan didn't speak. He climbed the couch's armrest and dived onto Monica. She welcomed him into her arms, and a hand went on his hair while he rested his face on her shoulder.