[ Philip laughs, a little startled that his hesitation was so much more obvious than the thought. All right then, since he has official permission now he will just pocket the apple for another time.
He'd much rather spend the walk talking anyway, which brings him to--
...He isn't quite sure why she looks startled. Not until he tries to remember whether the song holds any particular implications he missed and stops as soon as he actually remembers the lyrics.
Had a dream last night that I was dead. Had a dream last night that I was dead. Evil spirits all around my--
You have to wonder why none of that jumped right out of him. A very good sign. Or a very bad one.
Philip smiles sheepishly before catching himself and holding on to her request. ]
I'd love that.
[ "This is hell", I cried. Cried with all my might. "This is hell", I cried. Cried with--
Jesus, never mind. ]
...What about yours? Your, er, favourite song, I mean?
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He'd much rather spend the walk talking anyway, which brings him to--
...He isn't quite sure why she looks startled. Not until he tries to remember whether the song holds any particular implications he missed and stops as soon as he actually remembers the lyrics.
Had a dream last night that I was dead. Had a dream last night that I was dead. Evil spirits all around my--
You have to wonder why none of that jumped right out of him. A very good sign. Or a very bad one.
Philip smiles sheepishly before catching himself and holding on to her request. ]
I'd love that.
[ "This is hell", I cried. Cried with all my might. "This is hell", I cried. Cried with--
Jesus, never mind. ]
...What about yours? Your, er, favourite song, I mean?