And then snorts an equally tiny laugh at her words, in spite of himself. (That's not how he expected her to phrase the sentiment.) Composing himself, returning to the gravity of what she's saying, Curtis nods.
"There's some..." He pauses, trying to figure out how to say it. As he does, he winds his fingers through Dejah's hair. "It's not always in things you say. It's stuff I know you can't help. Like -- how you dress most of the time, and what you've got in here..."
He sighs.
"I still gotta figure some of my own shit out. I forget I'm off the train, you know?"
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And then snorts an equally tiny laugh at her words, in spite of himself. (That's not how he expected her to phrase the sentiment.) Composing himself, returning to the gravity of what she's saying, Curtis nods.
"There's some..." He pauses, trying to figure out how to say it. As he does, he winds his fingers through Dejah's hair. "It's not always in things you say. It's stuff I know you can't help. Like -- how you dress most of the time, and what you've got in here..."
He sighs.
"I still gotta figure some of my own shit out. I forget I'm off the train, you know?"