[Evelyn follows in stunned silence, trying not to over-examine the gesture that just transpired and what it means for the knowledge she has of Joel's character. She is seconds away from asking after his leg when the shifting floor beneath them changes colours again, bright purples and pinks, streaks of blue. At the end of the hall is a little girl in a soft shirt and loose-fitting pants.]
Hey, Dad.
[She has his accent, too. Something in Evelyn's stomach lurches uncomfortably and she braces a hand against the nearest wall.]
We should be careful- [Evelyn begins, knowing he won't listen. Knowing that his only concern is the young face smiling openly at him, as if nothing is wrong.]
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Hey, Dad.
[She has his accent, too. Something in Evelyn's stomach lurches uncomfortably and she braces a hand against the nearest wall.]
We should be careful- [Evelyn begins, knowing he won't listen. Knowing that his only concern is the young face smiling openly at him, as if nothing is wrong.]