[ He never quite knows what to make of this — the familiarity, not really overfamiliarity when they've both seen parts of each other that at least Silco would rather keep hidden and buried. Sometimes, he thinks he yearns for it. Some echo of what he'd shared with Vander and Felicia. Understanding without a full excavation or a runway. (He wants it even more, now — now that he's alone.)
He stares at his screen, at the words don't be a stranger. He ought to say something — but thank yous don't come easily to him, and he's already offered his gratitude once.
Instead, a little pathetically, but sent and closed before he can think too hard about it: ]
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He stares at his screen, at the words don't be a stranger. He ought to say something — but thank yous don't come easily to him, and he's already offered his gratitude once.
Instead, a little pathetically, but sent and closed before he can think too hard about it: ]
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