[Before that, even. When she was gone was the rest of it, when he had too much time to miss her and not enough to distract himself with and (foolishly, maybe) hoped he wasn't wasting his time working on a book he might never be able to give away. Kind of makes it easier to give it away, now, because at the time he started he wasn't sure if he'd have to opportunity to. He doesn't make a single move to get it back, just ducks his head and watches her like his hair is down and hanging in his eyes to hide behind. Another old, childlike habit he's mostly grown out of - his hair hasn't regularly gone unstyled for two hundred years - not sure if her silence is good or bad.
When she does speak he blinks and slowly tilts his chin up, confusion flickering for a moment because why couldn't she. Oh. Right. He bites his lip for a moment and nods. Of course it is.]
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When she does speak he blinks and slowly tilts his chin up, confusion flickering for a moment because why couldn't she. Oh. Right. He bites his lip for a moment and nods. Of course it is.]