[There is only a year of difference between the Ben she knows and the Ben standing before her, but the difference is pronounced: he is so much younger, now, somehow. He has not yet built the foundation of certainty he will later pull her up onto, he has not located the cornerstones to guide his efforts; he is adrift and alone and utterly, desperately confused.
But she isn't lying, he doesn't think. He isn't very accurate at determining the emotions of others, but she seems earnest to every level he can decipher; even discounting every third word as one he has little or no context for, she seems to believe what she is saying and, somehow, some way, she loves him.
Impossible as it is. He breathes out slowly, a low sound catching in his throat, which fades into her name.]
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But she isn't lying, he doesn't think. He isn't very accurate at determining the emotions of others, but she seems earnest to every level he can decipher; even discounting every third word as one he has little or no context for, she seems to believe what she is saying and, somehow, some way, she loves him.
Impossible as it is. He breathes out slowly, a low sound catching in his throat, which fades into her name.]
Abigail.
I do not understand any of this.