[ he smiles, and looks up at what he can see of the night sky through his window. as if asking the stars for a little help on a story that isn't one he knows from the ark, he finds that they're useless to him. ]
What did you do when you first got here? [ he looks at her, brows slightly furrowed. maybe he should know this, if he was here in the beginning of her stay. he doesn't ask about it, never thinks to. he imagines that it might be a hard thing for her to stomach, him arriving and then departing without so much as a knock on her door. ]
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What did you do when you first got here? [ he looks at her, brows slightly furrowed. maybe he should know this, if he was here in the beginning of her stay. he doesn't ask about it, never thinks to. he imagines that it might be a hard thing for her to stomach, him arriving and then departing without so much as a knock on her door. ]