That's an odd question but it fills him with an unexpected amount of satisfaction; he's not sure quite why. The laugh that escapes is little but honest.
"I don't know. You've never sung for me."
It would be nice, he thinks, if she would. And though this march upstairs is just like their earlier one only in reverse, Faye seems a little more comfortable in her own skin now. Maybe it's the food that helped or maybe it's his stories. Maybe she's just getting used to things. Whatever it is, he's glad for her.
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Date: 2007-06-29 03:18 am (UTC)"I don't know. You've never sung for me."
It would be nice, he thinks, if she would. And though this march upstairs is just like their earlier one only in reverse, Faye seems a little more comfortable in her own skin now. Maybe it's the food that helped or maybe it's his stories. Maybe she's just getting used to things. Whatever it is, he's glad for her.
"Why do you ask?"