"Normally," he spoke carefully. Words measured just so. "I would agree with you. You know that." His own walls were down, that that in any other time should couldn't see past them. The corcern for her. For her child. But that was the point. This wasn't any other time.
"Surreal."
His voiced dipped, the low point in a painful waltz.
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Date: 2006-08-07 04:35 am (UTC)"Surreal."
His voiced dipped, the low point in a painful waltz.
*The baby*