[He can see the tension sift out of him. It was always like this when you pressed too close to the past with Byerly, but there hadn't been some insidious second meaning behind his question. It was pretty cut and dry, and when the answer is revealed, it's done through relief. Even if there's plenty o' woe implied. Sleeping under bridges...
A lot of things make sense now. Just his reactions don't, the prickling up. He's so willing to give over gritty details but he's skirting around something else.]
She's the cuter one, too. [Probably. They're almost identical in their youth, and had struck so in the pods as well. It's strange to see something like that. Features that worked well on both sexes. Most of the time guys made for lumpy, misshapen women, and women's features looked too frail to pass for handsome. Some Like it Hot was a real gas riot, but no one was itching to get Jack Lemmon in a dress again.]
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A lot of things make sense now. Just his reactions don't, the prickling up. He's so willing to give over gritty details but he's skirting around something else.]
She's the cuter one, too. [Probably. They're almost identical in their youth, and had struck so in the pods as well. It's strange to see something like that. Features that worked well on both sexes. Most of the time guys made for lumpy, misshapen women, and women's features looked too frail to pass for handsome. Some Like it Hot was a real gas riot, but no one was itching to get Jack Lemmon in a dress again.]
You two keep in touch?