"Point taken," he says, seeing that fleeting wince cross her face and remembering what she'd told him about her arrival. He doesn't understand it, doesn't know how that could ever be necessary, but there was a wall that went up behind her eyes when he'd tried pressing for details and he'd known better than to cross it. "It could have been worse."
He keeps chopping, finishing up the mushrooms and finding a small bowl for them in the cabinet near his head. "It is weird," he agrees, looking at her again, a small smile on his lips. "And we know from weird."
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Date: 2019-12-26 03:01 pm (UTC)He keeps chopping, finishing up the mushrooms and finding a small bowl for them in the cabinet near his head. "It is weird," he agrees, looking at her again, a small smile on his lips. "And we know from weird."