[ Said with a similar edge to her voice, though it's nothing that carries real significance when paired with the slight quirk at the edge of her mouth.
She's already snagging the glass, curving her fingers around it, but doesn't immediately move to take a drink, settling herself in her seat with a brief shifting of her weight. ]
Do you ever get lost in it? [ A beat, before she clarifies: ] That house.
That one? [ His one. The only one she could be referencing, as opposed to... ] Rarely. My place back home on the other hand...
[ A sip from his glass, taking the duration of the swill and swallow to appreciate the idle drift of fond memory. ]
That one gets me.
[ Whether they're talking literally or metaphorically, the hook of a distant reality makes for better conversation than dwelling on mostly empty homes turned labyrinths for lonely people. ]
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[ Said with a similar edge to her voice, though it's nothing that carries real significance when paired with the slight quirk at the edge of her mouth.
She's already snagging the glass, curving her fingers around it, but doesn't immediately move to take a drink, settling herself in her seat with a brief shifting of her weight. ]
Do you ever get lost in it? [ A beat, before she clarifies: ] That house.
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[ A sip from his glass, taking the duration of the swill and swallow to appreciate the idle drift of fond memory. ]
That one gets me.
[ Whether they're talking literally or metaphorically, the hook of a distant reality makes for better conversation than dwelling on mostly empty homes turned labyrinths for lonely people. ]