[Mentor. Predecessor. Paul notices the shift in language that people use, whether or not they mean anything. Things that matter eventually form a pattern, like the solemnity of Oscar's unspoken voice.]
Let's hope it doesn't come to that.
[Paul remembers the sea. He would do a great deal not to go back to it, even with the memory of cool, slender hands cupping his face in the deep. He sits up a little straighter in the truck bed, rubbing the bridge of his nose absently.]
Do you think Mariana had anything to do with this?
[He's almost certain she does, but he is striving for collaboration.]
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Let's hope it doesn't come to that.
[Paul remembers the sea. He would do a great deal not to go back to it, even with the memory of cool, slender hands cupping his face in the deep. He sits up a little straighter in the truck bed, rubbing the bridge of his nose absently.]
Do you think Mariana had anything to do with this?
[He's almost certain she does, but he is striving for collaboration.]