[ His eyes are still on her, appreciating what he can glimpse until she closes the robe around herself. He slips his shirt over his head, only tucking it in haphazardly. It hasn't crossed his mind, even now, that he's changed her flowers from silk to real ones. He only knows that, in the Horizon, they needn't wilt if one doesn't want them to. And as he picks up the ears and tail, he realizes he's beginning to accumulate a number of odds and ends that are something of keepsakes. Which are not unusual for most, but it is to him.
He's not sure how he feels about it, these threads of attachment he's unwinding. He'd left his world alone and he'd stepped into this one expecting to be the same, and instead he's suddenly found, against all intentions, that he is not. For however long it might last. Right here and now, he's letting it happen.
He hops off the table, fingers brushing her arm briefly. It's not quite a promise, but it's as close as it gets with him when he says, ] See you around, Julie.
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He's not sure how he feels about it, these threads of attachment he's unwinding. He'd left his world alone and he'd stepped into this one expecting to be the same, and instead he's suddenly found, against all intentions, that he is not. For however long it might last. Right here and now, he's letting it happen.
He hops off the table, fingers brushing her arm briefly. It's not quite a promise, but it's as close as it gets with him when he says, ] See you around, Julie.