[He's silent for a moment, eyes still closed, a soft breath let out through his nose.]
Yeah. Enough times.
[When he moves, it's with his hands tucked deep into his pockets and his shades still in his coat somewhere. He narrows his eyes slightly against the sun, stepping back from the building just enough to get a half-decent view of the younger man with the slightest cock of his head. His expression is difficult to read.
He knows what it looks like. He's knows he's twenty-two, over six feet tall, not the teenager that Dave knows if he knows him at all.
And he knows who he looks like. It occurs to him, just as an inkling, that it might be part of the problem.]
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Yeah. Enough times.
[When he moves, it's with his hands tucked deep into his pockets and his shades still in his coat somewhere. He narrows his eyes slightly against the sun, stepping back from the building just enough to get a half-decent view of the younger man with the slightest cock of his head. His expression is difficult to read.
He knows what it looks like. He's knows he's twenty-two, over six feet tall, not the teenager that Dave knows if he knows him at all.
And he knows who he looks like. It occurs to him, just as an inkling, that it might be part of the problem.]
Do you know who I am?