[Their chest tightens, and for the briefest moment their hour hand quivers in place. As their gaze meets his, they find it difficult to break away. They can't think of a reason why they might want to.]
< You have? >
[The words fall from them clumsily, a tick that stumbles over a tock, a gear that turns with a bit more force than usual.
They feel as if they should say something more. They feel as if they've never spoken a word in their life.]
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< You have? >
[The words fall from them clumsily, a tick that stumbles over a tock, a gear that turns with a bit more force than usual.
They feel as if they should say something more. They feel as if they've never spoken a word in their life.]