[He looks up, sees her in that dress, feels himself falter a bit. He runs his tongue along the paper and rolls it up, giving himself something else to think about, something to do with his hands. Because as much as he wants to have that back, he knows that it's not good. None of it's good. For either of them.
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Date: 2021-06-04 02:26 am (UTC)The question, though, gives him pause.
Honesty. He's supposed to be honest.]
Been better. Breach was - well, a breach.
You?