Though there was no rain to speak of outside, faintly he heard its dull pitter-patter against his eardrums, and he turned about, watching her hands again.
Heat wished he could agree with her, to say 'yes,' but he was already vaguely aware of an illusion that seemed to be creeping up into his mind - a harmless one, but none the less an infinitesimal untruth. It was always raining... and they had never saw these?
Lightly, he picked up a strand of Del's hair, watching it change as he glared at it, quite seriously.
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Though there was no rain to speak of outside, faintly he heard its dull pitter-patter against his eardrums, and he turned about, watching her hands again.
Heat wished he could agree with her, to say 'yes,' but he was already vaguely aware of an illusion that seemed to be creeping up into his mind - a harmless one, but none the less an infinitesimal untruth. It was always raining... and they had never saw these?
Lightly, he picked up a strand of Del's hair, watching it change as he glared at it, quite seriously.