((His eyes open, fearful. He knows that voice. He didn't want to, but he did. There's a moment of horror, not wanting to look up, but he does, turning to the source of the voice.
Yeah. She wasn't someone he wanted to find here. Of course, but for the mere utterance of her name, he remains quiet, his gaze unbreaking as she stares holes into him.))
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Yeah. She wasn't someone he wanted to find here. Of course, but for the mere utterance of her name, he remains quiet, his gaze unbreaking as she stares holes into him.))