[He doesn't quite make it past, stopping opposite her, outlined in the doorframe he searches her face a moment and then looks down.]
I know you're not the same person.
[It's a reminder as much as an assurance. Pushing the hair back from his face, the ring on his wedding finger looks bright enough to have been polished that morning.]
[once fate put us in the same room, when you knew not of me nor I of you]
I know you're not the same person.
[It's a reminder as much as an assurance. Pushing the hair back from his face, the ring on his wedding finger looks bright enough to have been polished that morning.]