[He leaves his hand there a few moments longer, but ultimately withdraws it to fold, loosely, behind his back with the other. The first he empathizes with - he doesn't need to sleep much, either, but he suspects he could do with sleeping more than he does; the second makes him cock his head slightly though his expression, or general lack thereof, doesn't really change.]
I remember, possibly. [She'd said about her daughter, about how she'd rather not talk about it to any extra people.] You don't have to tell me.
[ Spam ]
I remember, possibly. [She'd said about her daughter, about how she'd rather not talk about it to any extra people.] You don't have to tell me.