It comes to her unbidden, once he stumbles over a possible name. "Caspar?" It leaves her mouth before she realizes the implications. Brown-haired, neat as a pin, always with her...
"No. No, it can't --" She swallows hard, tries to catch her breath. "He's not... we aren't..."
But maybe Oraskis isn't talking about the present. The thought makes her dizzy. "Can we... I think I need to sit down..."
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Date: 2017-06-29 12:52 am (UTC)"No. No, it can't --" She swallows hard, tries to catch her breath. "He's not... we aren't..."
But maybe Oraskis isn't talking about the present. The thought makes her dizzy. "Can we... I think I need to sit down..."