[In a mirroring gesture, Prior runs a hand back through his hair, pulling off the wig and letting it fall without another glance. Smoothing a palm over his face he finds it clean under the touch. Bare faced he looks younger still, with hair a little longer than it will be five years later, just unruly enough to fall into his eyes.
He frowns, a slight, brief thing, and then nods.]
If you'll still come? I'd still like you to see. [He offers a hand out as he starts walking deeper into the park.]
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[In a mirroring gesture, Prior runs a hand back through his hair, pulling off the wig and letting it fall without another glance. Smoothing a palm over his face he finds it clean under the touch. Bare faced he looks younger still, with hair a little longer than it will be five years later, just unruly enough to fall into his eyes.
He frowns, a slight, brief thing, and then nods.]
If you'll still come? I'd still like you to see. [He offers a hand out as he starts walking deeper into the park.]