Her hand pauses, attention rising from the page. Her frown is all befuddlement, and for a moment she allows the line of her eyes to rove about the room as if she might find some obvious connective tissue there. Eventually, she settles on him. There is really nowhere else to look.
"And?" Is shamelessly prompting. "I'm not sure I see how the two things align."
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Date: 2021-03-04 06:19 am (UTC)"And?" Is shamelessly prompting. "I'm not sure I see how the two things align."