"Then what is it?" he said back. Was it that he didn't wish the subject to drop? Anger? A plea? Maybe a little bit of everything. His tone certainly leant towards that, asking, shouting, pleading.
"You tell me, Reinette. Because I don't know."
He didn't. And that, that loss, that loss of so much of what he was, was what made him just so nervous.
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Date: 2010-04-09 04:56 am (UTC)"You tell me, Reinette. Because I don't know."
He didn't. And that, that loss, that loss of so much of what he was, was what made him just so nervous.