He's been waiting, patently, for this address, for this moment, and now that it's here ––
He pauses, watching her face.
Voice quiet and measured as ever, only different from a comment on the weather by the intent way he watches for her reaction. "If I'm right, it's Lucy Ripley's."
The real Lucy. The way Audrey 2 had been the real Audrey.
(Even when every bone in his body resists thinking anyone could be more Audrey than Audrey. This Audrey. His Audrey.)
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Date: 2018-06-28 09:37 pm (UTC)He pauses, watching her face.
Voice quiet and measured as ever, only different from a comment on the weather by the intent way he watches for her reaction. "If I'm right, it's Lucy Ripley's."
The real Lucy. The way Audrey 2 had been the real Audrey.
(Even when every bone in his body resists thinking anyone could be more Audrey than Audrey. This Audrey. His Audrey.)