[Time is a precious thing. She can agree with that, so she's nodding automatically as if the response had been programmed into her.
She'd been studying his reaction, too, maybe looking for that hint of forgiveness for her implied apology -- but after she gets it, she notices his gaze fall to his feet, and hers do the same. Her feet actually sink a little every time the tide comes in.
It's . . . a familiar, nostalgic feeling.]
So I hear.
[This isn't the first time the issue of time had come up, after all. He once said it himself: it would never be enough.]
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She'd been studying his reaction, too, maybe looking for that hint of forgiveness for her implied apology -- but after she gets it, she notices his gaze fall to his feet, and hers do the same. Her feet actually sink a little every time the tide comes in.
It's . . . a familiar, nostalgic feeling.]
So I hear.
[This isn't the first time the issue of time had come up, after all. He once said it himself: it would never be enough.]
Is there even any reason for you to go back?