[And he flashes one of his glacial smiles, all teeth and no feeling, or if the feeling is there it's a concealed thing, lurking somewhere beneath the false front of that sharp and empty expression. It winks out of existence almost as swiftly as it had shone, and there's a silence in its wake, something subtly vibrating with tension. He wants to do something, to convey something, a slither of greater understanding perhaps. But he never has been good at giving any true parts of himself away. Not for the longest, longest time.
His own picture, in many ways, has also always been small. Tight and constricting yet somehow large enough to swallow him whole.
He takes a breath.]
I'd like to tell you a story, if you will. One that leads in, in some respects, to my current concerns.
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[And he flashes one of his glacial smiles, all teeth and no feeling, or if the feeling is there it's a concealed thing, lurking somewhere beneath the false front of that sharp and empty expression. It winks out of existence almost as swiftly as it had shone, and there's a silence in its wake, something subtly vibrating with tension. He wants to do something, to convey something, a slither of greater understanding perhaps. But he never has been good at giving any true parts of himself away. Not for the longest, longest time.
His own picture, in many ways, has also always been small. Tight and constricting yet somehow large enough to swallow him whole.
He takes a breath.]
I'd like to tell you a story, if you will. One that leads in, in some respects, to my current concerns.