Oh, how he wishes that would have worked. Getting her a cup of coffee, a nice little sandwich, that would have been distracting enough to give him time to come up with a plausible explanation for what he had been up to. Now he has to scramble.
He licks his lips and shakes his head. "Capybara." Which means he's, what, six months behind her? He'd lost track during his time in Texas, with Goddard.
Why, why had be been so stupid with Brahms?
"I don't--" Something like a wince flashes over his features. He manages to look Citra in the eye, rather than be blatantly evasive.
"We have to be careful about this. I don't want to know what happens in the future. And if you know what happens to me... You might do things that shouldn't be done."
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Date: 2019-04-02 08:30 pm (UTC)From:He licks his lips and shakes his head. "Capybara." Which means he's, what, six months behind her? He'd lost track during his time in Texas, with Goddard.
Why, why had be been so stupid with Brahms?
"I don't--" Something like a wince flashes over his features. He manages to look Citra in the eye, rather than be blatantly evasive.
"We have to be careful about this. I don't want to know what happens in the future. And if you know what happens to me... You might do things that shouldn't be done."