It's not a lie. He isn't all that great a liar - and God knows Sara's seen her fair share of those. She sips at her coffee, wondering fleetingly how the hell he knows how she takes it, her gaze cool and curious as she watches his features. The slope of his shoulders, the clench of his jaw.
"Back at the Vanishing Point, you mean?" She prods at her pancakes, trying to think back. "What... exactly did they do? Mess with your head, somehow?"
She can hear herself prying, and he's not exactly an open book. Never has been. Not really.
She frowns at the sentiment, at how off it sounds, munching on a piece of bacon and trying to clear her head.
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Date: 2016-07-01 05:56 am (UTC)"Back at the Vanishing Point, you mean?" She prods at her pancakes, trying to think back. "What... exactly did they do? Mess with your head, somehow?"
She can hear herself prying, and he's not exactly an open book. Never has been. Not really.
She frowns at the sentiment, at how off it sounds, munching on a piece of bacon and trying to clear her head.