[ He remembers, of course, with perfect clarity. The food, the laughter, the gifts. Evie in his own small kitchen for the first time, chatting with and gently teasing him as he flipped French toast. The coffee she'd given him as a present, with its little note.
Take your time.
A message he'd thought he'd understood, accompanied by a warm, affectionate look and an understanding smile. A message somewhat belied by her invitation the very next day - solitude, brandy, and an unexpected kiss.
But that was all right. He'd been ready.
He doesn't snap. This is too awful for that, too big and terrible to ignore. Instead, he backs away, shaking his head in mute horror. ]
No.
No, th' - th'roof.
[ It feels like his brain is caught in a loop, unable to progress. He gives her a pained, pleading look. ]
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Take your time.
A message he'd thought he'd understood, accompanied by a warm, affectionate look and an understanding smile. A message somewhat belied by her invitation the very next day - solitude, brandy, and an unexpected kiss.
But that was all right. He'd been ready.
He doesn't snap. This is too awful for that, too big and terrible to ignore. Instead, he backs away, shaking his head in mute horror. ]
No.
No, th' - th'roof.
[ It feels like his brain is caught in a loop, unable to progress. He gives her a pained, pleading look. ]
That wasn't you?