[ Trahearne stares for a minute at his receding figure, that last statement hitting him like a dolyak at full speed.
...Sheesh. Regardless of how Syrlya meant it, it feels like a big slap to the face with the time that separates them. His eyes drop to his to-go packs of coffee and breakfast.
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...Sheesh. Regardless of how Syrlya meant it, it feels like a big slap to the face with the time that separates them. His eyes drop to his to-go packs of coffee and breakfast.
Well. He has to make up for it somehow. ]