[ To hear that laugh! Even that small, half-sad little noise is something he realises he'd buried deep, where it couldn't touch him. It brings the beginnings of a smile to his lined face as he gently touches his hands to her cheek, and his gunslinger mind highlights the differences between his hand as it is now and when it last touched that cheek. For now he lets the thought go; there's too much else to think about.
She pulls back a little, back to her proper height, and yes. He has grown considerably since that summer when he was fourteen. He doesn't respond that she's just as he remembers her. He's not ignorant of it, and knows she'll be feeling it as well. A long span of years, how many he can't precisely say, separate them now-- and that's not a gulf easily crossed. ]
'Long, tall, and ugly'. That's what Eddie's taken to calling me.
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She pulls back a little, back to her proper height, and yes. He has grown considerably since that summer when he was fourteen. He doesn't respond that she's just as he remembers her. He's not ignorant of it, and knows she'll be feeling it as well. A long span of years, how many he can't precisely say, separate them now-- and that's not a gulf easily crossed. ]
'Long, tall, and ugly'. That's what Eddie's taken to calling me.