[ It's probably a significant age at some time, twenty-one. But Roy can't think of any, really. He finds that he doesn't really have a reaction towards her answering the question out loud - it'll be more disturbing if she spoke in his mind, won't it?
He touches her hair again; runs the gold strands through his fingers slowly. ]
Tell me a story. [ He doesn't tell her to tell a story that she has heard before - it doesn't seem that she has heard many stories in her life. And isn't that a curious thing, that he knows that? That he has managed to remember that, no matter how much he tried not to?
If she wants to tell him a story of herself, he thinks he will remember it too. ]
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He touches her hair again; runs the gold strands through his fingers slowly. ]
Tell me a story. [ He doesn't tell her to tell a story that she has heard before - it doesn't seem that she has heard many stories in her life. And isn't that a curious thing, that he knows that? That he has managed to remember that, no matter how much he tried not to?
If she wants to tell him a story of herself, he thinks he will remember it too. ]