[ The question gives him pause, and though he's not so terribly sharp right now, he feels that strange sensation through their connection, something slightly chilly and tentative that he can't quite get the shape of. He frowns, considering his answer.
The argument on that first night still sits in his head, but with everything that's happened, with everything still happening, his answer doesn't come as easily anymore. It's a long while before he answers, though the silence is interspersed with a few false starts that go unvoiced.
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The argument on that first night still sits in his head, but with everything that's happened, with everything still happening, his answer doesn't come as easily anymore. It's a long while before he answers, though the silence is interspersed with a few false starts that go unvoiced.
At length, his gaze flicks away, and he says, ]
Dunno.
[ because it's the only answer he has. ]
Hadn't thought it out.