[His smile is small, not sad but maybe wistful, loving of the follies of men. But his head is tilted, and his eyes are still carefully searching her face. It's - there's a perfection to the way she says it, not quite a polish, but a purity. He was a propagandist for so long, he can't not hear the echoes. His smile gets a little wry, more pointed without being sharper, without being cold.]
I suspect you are not most people. But if it's not something you want to tell - or tell me - we could speak of other things.
[It's not something he has any particular right to be privy to, after all. And she has stated unequivocally that she doesn't want the quiet. That far, at least, he'll take her at her word until she tells him conversation is unwelcome.]
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[His smile is small, not sad but maybe wistful, loving of the follies of men. But his head is tilted, and his eyes are still carefully searching her face. It's - there's a perfection to the way she says it, not quite a polish, but a purity. He was a propagandist for so long, he can't not hear the echoes. His smile gets a little wry, more pointed without being sharper, without being cold.]
I suspect you are not most people. But if it's not something you want to tell - or tell me - we could speak of other things.
[It's not something he has any particular right to be privy to, after all. And she has stated unequivocally that she doesn't want the quiet. That far, at least, he'll take her at her word until she tells him conversation is unwelcome.]