[She has a habit of surprising him. He didn't think he was someone with set specific views of the world or people-- observances and wishes but nothing set in stone-- and so he didn't consider himself as someone who would be so readily surprised. Shows what he knows.
She speaks in that tone again, a narrator to an unseen story. And isn't that apt? She wants her book to hold potential. She wants her book to be everything. He looks from the window, at her, words steady even as she blushes.]
...That's beautiful...
[He wants to look at that book. He won't take it from her, but all the same he ponders flipping the pages, trying to pry stories from it. The way he would from books with missing pages.]
And you... remember all that... just like that...
[Here he is guessing his own age and she's dropping quotes.]
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She speaks in that tone again, a narrator to an unseen story. And isn't that apt? She wants her book to hold potential. She wants her book to be everything. He looks from the window, at her, words steady even as she blushes.]
...That's beautiful...
[He wants to look at that book. He won't take it from her, but all the same he ponders flipping the pages, trying to pry stories from it. The way he would from books with missing pages.]
And you... remember all that... just like that...
[Here he is guessing his own age and she's dropping quotes.]