She wraps both hands around the mug and sips, giving him a Look over the brim.
'Why do we practice anything, Gene? So we get better at it.'
He hasn't always been honest with her. He lied when he told her she was a 'hindrance', at his own admission.
She rests one hip on the back of the sofa, fatigue drawing dark circles under her eyes, and etching deep lines around her mouth.
'After I was shot, I left your world... I went back, and I sent Molly to live with her father. And, I don't know what happened -- whether you pulled me back, or whether I came when you called. But I do know, I came back.'
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'Why do we practice anything, Gene? So we get better at it.'
He hasn't always been honest with her. He lied when he told her she was a 'hindrance', at his own admission.
She rests one hip on the back of the sofa, fatigue drawing dark circles under her eyes, and etching deep lines around her mouth.
'After I was shot, I left your world... I went back, and I sent Molly to live with her father. And, I don't know what happened -- whether you pulled me back, or whether I came when you called. But I do know, I came back.'
That should count for something, shouldn't it?