[She considers that, giving only a noncommittal 'hmm' for a moment. She's trying to kick the habit of assumption around him. Hard, when habit is a lifesaver, but that's other people. Not this child.
Besides that, too, she thinks she should have gotten used to talks like this by now, yet Max shudders, disturbed by his laugh, his tone, all of it. He was wrong to fear before. She doesn't think she'll ever fully grow used to all of him.]
I'll keep an ear out for the l-word, then.
[A touch of sarcasm, the thing that guards her, keeps her from seeming afraid.]
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Besides that, too, she thinks she should have gotten used to talks like this by now, yet Max shudders, disturbed by his laugh, his tone, all of it. He was wrong to fear before. She doesn't think she'll ever fully grow used to all of him.]
I'll keep an ear out for the l-word, then.
[A touch of sarcasm, the thing that guards her, keeps her from seeming afraid.]
What kind of death are we talkin', here?