Darlington has an eye for the uncanny, an awareness developed from a lifetime of seeking and hoping and wishing for a world more magical than the one he'd grown up inhabiting. It means he notices things others might not--and fails to see so much else. Alex scrubs at her eyes, and he all but assumes it's just from cooking; onions, maybe, or a smoking pan of whatever she has going on the stove.
She murmurs that retort, and all he does is smile. "If there's nothing else you need in here," he says again, "I can uncork one of the bottles of wine and let it breathe before dinner?"
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Date: 2019-12-27 05:45 am (UTC)She murmurs that retort, and all he does is smile. "If there's nothing else you need in here," he says again, "I can uncork one of the bottles of wine and let it breathe before dinner?"