[He nods, not finding the word for thank you, and takes his hand back after a moment, holding it against himself. When he sits, he sits unnaturally straight, hands folded across his lap like a small child newly dedicated to obedience after a scolding.
It's a few moments before he starts to look around, take in vague memories that might not be his at all, of three years ago and being stuck here for an age that ended up being an instant.]
[once fate put us in the same room, when you knew not of me nor I of you]
It's a few moments before he starts to look around, take in vague memories that might not be his at all, of three years ago and being stuck here for an age that ended up being an instant.]
You still live alone.