He didn't press him to speak, instead comfortably moving through the foliage. He was so much quieter than a child, really. The constant chatter he'd done when he wasn't just closely observing was gone. The child clumsiness was gone. He'd grown and changed, in several respects.
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Date: 2012-12-02 04:19 am (UTC)