She stares at his ears for a brief moment longer, but it doesn't cause her to miss the regret that passes over his face, and she drops her gaze to eyes for a moment, contemplating. He's not the first one to assume he knows her, and he probably won't be the last. Regret crosses her own features, too, briefly. She's sorry she doesn't remember.
But then he's moving on, and so will she, because if they are going to dwell on it, now is not the time. They can figure it out after. ]
Of course. Who wouldn't be? But we still need to do it.
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She stares at his ears for a brief moment longer, but it doesn't cause her to miss the regret that passes over his face, and she drops her gaze to eyes for a moment, contemplating. He's not the first one to assume he knows her, and he probably won't be the last. Regret crosses her own features, too, briefly. She's sorry she doesn't remember.
But then he's moving on, and so will she, because if they are going to dwell on it, now is not the time. They can figure it out after. ]
Of course. Who wouldn't be? But we still need to do it.