[ Some time, she says, as if twelve thousand years is a mere trifle, as if they hadn't spent it at odds, even if neither of them were entirely themselves. Long overdue, she says, as if there isn't a laughably infinite number of things they could say to one another. He shakes his head as if here, at the end of things, he is nothing more than put-upon.
It isn't that simple, of course, but he can't make this easy, gods forbid. ]
Oh, I could think of a thing or two, if pressed.
[ And then, in spite of himself, one corner of his mouth curls into a smile. ]
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It isn't that simple, of course, but he can't make this easy, gods forbid. ]
Oh, I could think of a thing or two, if pressed.
[ And then, in spite of himself, one corner of his mouth curls into a smile. ]
It is good to see you as yourself.