[That sound of his name draws his steps to a stop quickly enough. Then... he feels his heart pounding in his chest and a chill on his neck, all of a sudden. Perhaps all his secret-keeping has become so instinctive that his subconscious is slow to catch on when it's no longer relevant.]
You know, [he starts, almost conversationally if not for the atmosphere he's set for this night. He doesn't turn to face them, but he answers them all the same.]
That was when I started to really look at you. More than all the rest.
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You know, [he starts, almost conversationally if not for the atmosphere he's set for this night. He doesn't turn to face them, but he answers them all the same.]
That was when I started to really look at you. More than all the rest.