[ he mutters it, quietly. there's some sadness there, but it feels like it doesn't even show in his voice anymore. like maybe it's just become part of how he talks. some acceptance of loss that never really stops.
thomas clears his throat, though, and lifts his head back up to glance across his shoulder at her. ]
no subject
[ he mutters it, quietly. there's some sadness there, but it feels like it doesn't even show in his voice anymore. like maybe it's just become part of how he talks. some acceptance of loss that never really stops.
thomas clears his throat, though, and lifts his head back up to glance across his shoulder at her. ]
But you know me now. So there. Not no one.