[There is someone there. He can feel it. It's hard not to have that sense of being watched when you're so used to being on edge, so used to staying on guard. When someone is watching, you notice, even if you don't know the who or the what or the why yet.
But eating the peaches has brought about this kind of peace in him. He's relaxed, at ease, and settling on one of the boardwalk benches now. When he hears that voice, he should be tensing, preparing for a fight--but he doesn't. No, it's just him enjoying his peach and the voice of the past-present-never-again overlapping close by.]
So you admit I'm the pretty one.
[Weirdly teasing in return, not something he would usually say in the now to her. Maybe if he weren't feeling so chill he would be wondering what was in these peaches.]
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But eating the peaches has brought about this kind of peace in him. He's relaxed, at ease, and settling on one of the boardwalk benches now. When he hears that voice, he should be tensing, preparing for a fight--but he doesn't. No, it's just him enjoying his peach and the voice of the past-present-never-again overlapping close by.]
So you admit I'm the pretty one.
[Weirdly teasing in return, not something he would usually say in the now to her. Maybe if he weren't feeling so chill he would be wondering what was in these peaches.]