[ Propping her elbow up on the bar counter, she rests her face in her hand as she watches him. Her next breath is a wry little exhale. There's something in her expression that softens the natural severity of her features — something rueful, like she's a bit sorry that they can relate to each other this way. It's bittersweet, understanding another person when it comes to things like this. But she does understand. Maybe not completely — but maybe enough. ]
Been wondering that every day for the last six thousand years and change.
[ Honestly, she's still not sure how she got here. Not sure what she ever did to deserve all the times in her long life that she's had love of any kind. ]
But it's not a dream. It's real. [ A small pause — then she reaches out and gives him a light pinch on the arm. Wryly: ] See?
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Been wondering that every day for the last six thousand years and change.
[ Honestly, she's still not sure how she got here. Not sure what she ever did to deserve all the times in her long life that she's had love of any kind. ]
But it's not a dream. It's real. [ A small pause — then she reaches out and gives him a light pinch on the arm. Wryly: ] See?