"Every morning." He ducks his head briefly, as though it will hide the secret shock of hearing himself admit it (even if it's a modified sliver of truth), then leans his arms on the cold stone railing. "I like watching the dawn...watch everything come alive. You know?"
He doesn't really care if he does. It's just making small talk. It's stalling, but he isn't sure for what.
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Date: 2009-05-03 03:28 pm (UTC)He doesn't really care if he does. It's just making small talk. It's stalling, but he isn't sure for what.