[ Phil offers a smile, a subdued thing, then lets the world ebb back in. The ambling of people on deck, the ambient roar of the ship, the passing crash of the sea.
He thinks. Darcy talks about information. Everybody... everybody is always looking for an answer. The first time, he was alone. The second, it was so new that he didn't have anything to offer, and now all he can say is that he's more frustrated than he's been in a long time. He supposes that homesickness is just his lot these days.
She would appreciate knowing, he thinks. ]
You know, this is my second time. I mean--being taken. Have I told you that yet?
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[ Phil offers a smile, a subdued thing, then lets the world ebb back in. The ambling of people on deck, the ambient roar of the ship, the passing crash of the sea.
He thinks. Darcy talks about information. Everybody... everybody is always looking for an answer. The first time, he was alone. The second, it was so new that he didn't have anything to offer, and now all he can say is that he's more frustrated than he's been in a long time. He supposes that homesickness is just his lot these days.
She would appreciate knowing, he thinks. ]
You know, this is my second time. I mean--being taken. Have I told you that yet?