[ It's strange, hearing about a version of himself and knowing that parts of the story fit with exactly how he would conduct himself, and the other half is--completely foreign. She curls into herself, telling the story and even gives him a pained laugh, and he can't help it anymore, he has to reach out, to settle a hand on her back, quiet assurance he's here and he's listening.
He arches an eyebrow at the comment because how can you not have seen a sunset? but it's the only outward reaction he gives.
Instead of questioning, he hazards a guess: ] Earth was pretty different where he was from?
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He arches an eyebrow at the comment because how can you not have seen a sunset? but it's the only outward reaction he gives.
Instead of questioning, he hazards a guess: ] Earth was pretty different where he was from?