But of course. LeBlancs and Lupins. They must stick together, yes?
[She gives his hand a gentle squeeze before dropping, sense memory of holding his hand, ruffling his hair, curling up next to him flickering up. She blames the wine, and the mood. It didn't matter, it wasn't real. And it never would be.]
[Action] April 25th
[She gives his hand a gentle squeeze before dropping, sense memory of holding his hand, ruffling his hair, curling up next to him flickering up. She blames the wine, and the mood. It didn't matter, it wasn't real. And it never would be.]
Maurice would be glad to know, I think.