[ She frowns, brows furrowing at that. How long ago had that been now? At least five years, of course. Longer? Time really doesn't have any meaning here, does it.
Of course, that memory combined with the one from before paints . . . quite the picture.
It takes a moment for her to muster up a bit of a half-smile. ]
I guess it wasn't a tree, huh.
[ It's a quiet response — not pushing or anything, but a gentle way of letting him know she knows.
At least, she knows he didn't end up injured because he fell out of a tree. His bigger secrets — she's had her suspicions, but it's Claude. She's never pushed or pried and doesn't intend on starting now. It doesn't matter, anyway. ]
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Of course, that memory combined with the one from before paints . . . quite the picture.
It takes a moment for her to muster up a bit of a half-smile. ]
I guess it wasn't a tree, huh.
[ It's a quiet response — not pushing or anything, but a gentle way of letting him know she knows.
At least, she knows he didn't end up injured because he fell out of a tree. His bigger secrets — she's had her suspicions, but it's Claude. She's never pushed or pried and doesn't intend on starting now. It doesn't matter, anyway. ]