"That's what I told her. If we had laws here, it wouldn't stand up to them. Still."
Folding his hands across each other to stop them giving away his own reactions or thoughts, nerves always most on display in the tips of the fingers, he forces himself not to look down despite her own apparent preference to have this discussion with the table.
"It wasn't like other curses. We weren't two people from the French Renaissance, or whatever they come up with next. It was just us. It felt real. It still does."
who are we to tell ourselves that we're misunderstood
"That's what I told her. If we had laws here, it wouldn't stand up to them. Still."
Folding his hands across each other to stop them giving away his own reactions or thoughts, nerves always most on display in the tips of the fingers, he forces himself not to look down despite her own apparent preference to have this discussion with the table.
"It wasn't like other curses. We weren't two people from the French Renaissance, or whatever they come up with next. It was just us. It felt real. It still does."