[He shows up. On time, too, if maybe just a few minutes late - not by choice, even if his heels dragged a little. It's just how it unfolded, with him showing up with sunglasses on and a little limp to his step that's always there when she's not. And although tempting as it may be to be crawling back to her for heals and call it a selfish, shitty reason if nothing else - that's not why he's here. Hell, he doesn't even fucking know. It's like when he was ensnared by Xavier's and ended up lingering around in between bouts of getting lost. Something just stuck to him. She's something stuck.
So he's here, slow on the approach like it's going to give him more time to think about what he'll say when he gets close. She's probably still not too pleased with him but look, he's out of Arcadia. Still doing stupid shit but hey, for now they're back to those normal bubbles of time. And fuck, she listens to older shit than he does.]
How old are you exactly?
[Doesn't matter if he already knows, it's for emphasis here.]
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So he's here, slow on the approach like it's going to give him more time to think about what he'll say when he gets close. She's probably still not too pleased with him but look, he's out of Arcadia. Still doing stupid shit but hey, for now they're back to those normal bubbles of time. And fuck, she listens to older shit than he does.]
How old are you exactly?
[Doesn't matter if he already knows, it's for emphasis here.]