[A small and unknown commonality between them then (at least, unknown to him), the propensity to hide truer, deeper emotions behind a carefully constructed facade that one, in the end, comes to expect and believes to be a true part of one's personality. His facade may be quite different, all cold smiles and impassivity, but it's a facade nonetheless, just one he's been wearing for so long that he no longer knows just where it ends and where he really begins.
No matter. He waits out her moment of wide-eyed silence, a further dose of self-consciousness already beginning to sink in before she breaks the growing stillness with her words. No mister this time, no, and he does notice it. Prefers it.
He smiles, small and sharp yes, but perhaps there's something visibly genuine lurking around its hard edges.]
What luck, indeed.
[His tone is a little wry, yes, but the truth is there's more than a small measure of relief in him on hearing her admission.]
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No matter. He waits out her moment of wide-eyed silence, a further dose of self-consciousness already beginning to sink in before she breaks the growing stillness with her words. No mister this time, no, and he does notice it. Prefers it.
He smiles, small and sharp yes, but perhaps there's something visibly genuine lurking around its hard edges.]
What luck, indeed.
[His tone is a little wry, yes, but the truth is there's more than a small measure of relief in him on hearing her admission.]