[For a moment, he sees that gaze and thinks to himself: ah, how many times someone has looked at him that way after the Loving Whispers. Just an after effect, just her shitty touch because her idea of love is so consuming.
But he does realize that it's not. Quite that.
Oh dear.
Daan slowly stands up, keeping a withdrawn air about him as he usually does. Inside, he doesn't really know what to think. Panic? No, that's stupid. Unprofessional. Oh Daan, oh Daniël, you've done it now, old boy, old chap. She's dead twice, you son of a bitch, how's that weight feel?
It's fine. He's fine.]
I would be careful. It's easy to mix up the truth and the effects.
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But he does realize that it's not. Quite that.
Oh dear.
Daan slowly stands up, keeping a withdrawn air about him as he usually does. Inside, he doesn't really know what to think. Panic? No, that's stupid. Unprofessional. Oh Daan, oh Daniël, you've done it now, old boy, old chap. She's dead twice, you son of a bitch, how's that weight feel?
It's fine. He's fine.]
I would be careful. It's easy to mix up the truth and the effects.
How are you feeling?