'Didn't know you were writin' one. Never seen you at it.'
Plenty of things he's never seen her at though. Being a mother, for one, but there's not a chance in hell he's going there, not after what happened last time he brought up her daughter. So he drops his eyes away from her face, and leans his head on his fist, getting on with it. Favourite artist...easy enough. Although he does cheat a bit on that one, because for some reason, birds really do seem to be genetically programmed not to like Johnny Cash. Or Elvis, when they're not looking at him anyway.
Philosophy on the opposite sex...hmm. Well.
...no, not a chance he's going to be completely honest with this one, if only because she'll probably read it. He knows her. But the answer he gives is true on one level, so he doesn't feel bad about it.
The silence feels comfortable. This might be the first time since he got back that he feels relaxed.
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Plenty of things he's never seen her at though. Being a mother, for one, but there's not a chance in hell he's going there, not after what happened last time he brought up her daughter. So he drops his eyes away from her face, and leans his head on his fist, getting on with it. Favourite artist...easy enough. Although he does cheat a bit on that one, because for some reason, birds really do seem to be genetically programmed not to like Johnny Cash. Or Elvis, when they're not looking at him anyway.
Philosophy on the opposite sex...hmm. Well.
...no, not a chance he's going to be completely honest with this one, if only because she'll probably read it. He knows her. But the answer he gives is true on one level, so he doesn't feel bad about it.
The silence feels comfortable. This might be the first time since he got back that he feels relaxed.