It sounds - [Like something that could never happen in his world. Like one of Daneca's worker-rights pipe dreams. Like something he'd give anything for.] Pretty great.
[He's been relaxed so far, absurdly, stupidly relaxed, but the second Zane mentions that - external, mental, emotions - his shoulders tense and he puts his hand back between the dog's ears. It's easy to paste a smile on, impossible to make it convincing.]
Like my mom.
[Words fall out of his mouth lately. Gotta stop doing that.]
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[He's been relaxed so far, absurdly, stupidly relaxed, but the second Zane mentions that - external, mental, emotions - his shoulders tense and he puts his hand back between the dog's ears. It's easy to paste a smile on, impossible to make it convincing.]
Like my mom.
[Words fall out of his mouth lately. Gotta stop doing that.]