[ He wishes it was true. It's not her fault that it isn't.
There's a part of him that wants to convince himself that what she means is that this place is close to the border, and she hiked down here somehow. It could be what happened, like the footsteps trailing theirs could be an echo. ]
And no. Not this part of 'em.
[ Of course, his first instinct is to keep on lying. He could call it skirting the truth, but that would just be another lie. ]
Don't take this the wrong way, but...are you okay? You look like- you had an accident, or something?
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[ He wishes it was true. It's not her fault that it isn't.
There's a part of him that wants to convince himself that what she means is that this place is close to the border, and she hiked down here somehow. It could be what happened, like the footsteps trailing theirs could be an echo. ]
And no. Not this part of 'em.
[ Of course, his first instinct is to keep on lying. He could call it skirting the truth, but that would just be another lie. ]
Don't take this the wrong way, but...are you okay? You look like- you had an accident, or something?