He finishes the rest of his tea, and half-snorts. "You mean you."
But eight? His gaze pulls itself back over to the fishtank, trying to see if he can spot the remaining three. Instead, something else will wander into his line of vision. And he'll squint at it, because maybe he's just tired but—
Mouth thinning, he stands up, taking a few steps closer to her bedroom, staring at the ceramic blob in question half out of curiosity, and half to make sure he's not starting to see things.
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He finishes the rest of his tea, and half-snorts. "You mean you."
But eight? His gaze pulls itself back over to the fishtank, trying to see if he can spot the remaining three. Instead, something else will wander into his line of vision. And he'll squint at it, because maybe he's just tired but—
Mouth thinning, he stands up, taking a few steps closer to her bedroom, staring at the ceramic blob in question half out of curiosity, and half to make sure he's not starting to see things.