[Paul clasps Oscar's hand readily. The touch feels like two wires connecting via an arc, although again, Paul isn't certain whether the sensation is real or imagined on his part. It doesn't matter. What does is providing the branch that Oscar is reaching for from the flood of his memories.]
I'll look out for her.
[He nods, taking the request seriously. It costs him nothing, and it's not as though it's a lie. He's always on watch for danger. That's why a question comes to him slowly, his brows drawing lightly together as his thought catch on something.]
no subject
I'll look out for her.
[He nods, taking the request seriously. It costs him nothing, and it's not as though it's a lie. He's always on watch for danger. That's why a question comes to him slowly, his brows drawing lightly together as his thought catch on something.]
...what do you mean by 'wouldn't be here'?