It helps a little to see the flicker of recognition, even though it dies away almost instantly. She wonders if this was how it felt for him, when she didn't recall who he was.
She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, eyes dropping at his words.
"That's-- that's okay. I've... never been very good with deals."
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Date: 2013-01-01 05:38 pm (UTC)She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, eyes dropping at his words.
"That's-- that's okay. I've... never been very good with deals."
He knew that, didn't he? Or he did, once.