[ She watches him as he asks his question, an open-ended question, she wagers, and one he might have asked himself many times before. The glance away, the hand sifting through his hair— it gives away that he is uncertain as to his answer... or perhaps not completely dedicated to it, if he has one at all.
Her brows delicately knit with a tinge of worry. Could this mean that he... ]
Before I... answer. [ If what she will say can be considered an answer. ]
Are you asking... because you have a destiny? [ A pause, and she decides to give him an obvious bail-out, in case the question is too personal: ] Or are you asking for a friend?
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Her brows delicately knit with a tinge of worry. Could this mean that he... ]
Before I... answer. [ If what she will say can be considered an answer. ]
Are you asking... because you have a destiny? [ A pause, and she decides to give him an obvious bail-out, in case the question is too personal: ] Or are you asking for a friend?