[ He's off-kilter, stupid with uncertainty. He talks with that pleading note still plain in his eyes. ]
I'm over by the clocktower. [ He points; the landmark of Gaze stands tall and visible even from here, tall grey stone. There is a fixed, bated-breath intensity in the way he looks at her, like he's waiting for any scrap of recognition. ] If you'll walk with me?
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[ He's off-kilter, stupid with uncertainty. He talks with that pleading note still plain in his eyes. ]
I'm over by the clocktower. [ He points; the landmark of Gaze stands tall and visible even from here, tall grey stone. There is a fixed, bated-breath intensity in the way he looks at her, like he's waiting for any scrap of recognition. ] If you'll walk with me?