[ He freezes at that unexpected touch against his cheek, and then at the words that follow, his eyes going wide as they drop to her faze. He stands there unmoving for a moment, searching her face, before everything in him sags a little, his shoulders drooping and his breath exhaling in a soft, resigned sigh.
His eyes close for a moment, as if he's trying to grasp what little shreds of his composure remain. ]
You're not supposed to know that.
[ The words aren't all that chiding. More confused than anything else. But when his eyes flicker open once more, they are intent on her face, searching for answers.
No one here should know that, in fact. Not even Claude and Petra, as far as he knows. It's not like it was something he talked about very often, even back home. Maybe especially back home. ]
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His eyes close for a moment, as if he's trying to grasp what little shreds of his composure remain. ]
You're not supposed to know that.
[ The words aren't all that chiding. More confused than anything else. But when his eyes flicker open once more, they are intent on her face, searching for answers.
No one here should know that, in fact. Not even Claude and Petra, as far as he knows. It's not like it was something he talked about very often, even back home. Maybe especially back home. ]