[And for a few seconds he leaves a mutual laugh as the only conversation between them, stifling it with the slow press of his lips, shifting back down towards his previous seat and crossing his ankles over one another. Stretched legs, curled toes.] Too many things are. But I'm glad for it, more often than not.
[Watching her is nice, at least. Better this time. Reminds him of old, long forgotten memories.] Writing a love letter to Sera?
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[Watching her is nice, at least. Better this time. Reminds him of old, long forgotten memories.] Writing a love letter to Sera?