... Yeah. [ a pause. The sharp pain in his head from recovering the memory begins to ebb - and, despite it all, he manages a little smile, because the memories are pleasant. Pleasant. How long has it been since anything felt pleasant to him? Well, anything other than... ] It's a good thing she can't see me now.
[ the last part is dry and self-deprecating, and probably not something he should say out loud, but it slips out before he can stop himself. He gets to his feet, rubbing his forehead. ]
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[ the last part is dry and self-deprecating, and probably not something he should say out loud, but it slips out before he can stop himself. He gets to his feet, rubbing his forehead. ]
... What did you have in mind?