[ He might have pushed back if he wasn't distracted in several different ways, but acquiescence is acquiescence, particularly when it comes to them. But maybe he knows not when to push his luck too, if only sometimes. ]
That's almost cheating. [ Rote, like his mind can't let him concede two points in a row. Even his tone is mechanical and flat, more so than it was just moments ago. A hand goes up to rake through his bangs and there's a lengthy silence that fills the air. When he finally speaks, a clear softness in his voice eclipses everything else. ]
You heard it? I thought it was just....it was just familiar. [ This isn't him being stubborn or dismissive like so any times before, nor is it laced with the singsong of that night in library. This is the entire truth, some thing he let slip through the space between the past and present as everything comes back into focus. ]
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That's almost cheating. [ Rote, like his mind can't let him concede two points in a row. Even his tone is mechanical and flat, more so than it was just moments ago. A hand goes up to rake through his bangs and there's a lengthy silence that fills the air. When he finally speaks, a clear softness in his voice eclipses everything else. ]
You heard it? I thought it was just....it was just familiar. [ This isn't him being stubborn or dismissive like so any times before, nor is it laced with the singsong of that night in library. This is the entire truth, some thing he let slip through the space between the past and present as everything comes back into focus. ]
Someone used to sing it to me.