[ She's silent for a moment, patting the tigerlily, looking over and taking in the look on his face. She doesn't know what his tone and expression imply, and she doesn't know if she should ask. She doesn't know if he would take that well.
In the end she decides not to. Maybe sometime they'll have their own issues sorted out well enough where she'll feel she can, but not now. ]
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In the end she decides not to. Maybe sometime they'll have their own issues sorted out well enough where she'll feel she can, but not now. ]
He's from way behind the rest of us, isn't he?