[But… Well, it is a nice thing to say. Easy in theory, where, as a wise old dolt of a man once said, everything works. Perhaps she’s too naive, still, stuck on some scrap of idealism.
[What the real world has is ties of one’s choosing, and that’s always messier.
[Her expression softens for that, too, less voluntary. Now she (thinks she) gets it…]
[Seems he passed whatever test he'd decided he was participating in. There's more than a little relief to that. Ocean straightens his gloves on his hands and nods.]
Thanks.
I'm Ocean, by the way.
sometimes I just don’t want or have the face. but also yes
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[But… Well, it is a nice thing to say. Easy in theory, where, as a wise old dolt of a man once said, everything works. Perhaps she’s too naive, still, stuck on some scrap of idealism.
[What the real world has is ties of one’s choosing, and that’s always messier.
[Her expression softens for that, too, less voluntary. Now she (thinks she) gets it…]
He means more to you. [Than anything else.]
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[Ocean breathes a laugh.]
Mills? Of course. More than anything.
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[It shows. That breath of a laugh. As though the mere thought of this person calms him.
[It’s sweet.
[When she does talk, after a silence, it’s murmured with her eyes averted, almost offhand. Doesn’t want to disturb.]
Good choice.
the meaningful icons (I assume)
Thanks.
I'm Ocean, by the way.
sometimes I just don’t want or have the face. but also yes
[Eyes back up for that, arms falling loosely to her sides again. Huh. Did the eyes come first or the name?]
Good meeting you, Ocean. My name is Caitlyn. [With a small, polite smile.
[And a beat.]
Thanks for what?
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What you said was nice. That's all.