[ Drying his hands and putting the tea-towel back, he pauses when he hears footsteps coming down the stairs and assumes that Molly, or whoever he is now, has woken up and is anxious to be in company, possibly needing to sit amongst the flowers for a while. He does that now, he's ... contented by pretty things. Soft things. Anything that can't hurt him, Fjord notices. Fjord wouldn't mind going out into the garden too, they could sit together and watch the sunrise if it brings a smile to those familiar lips ... ]
Hey, sweetheart —
[ His ready cheer freezes when it connects that Molly isn't saying Empty and a jolt spasms in his chest, unseen and unnoticeable except for the way he stills completely. Hushed, he hesitantly asks, ]
Did you just say my name?
[ Suddenly, his heart is the opposite of motionless and jackhammering in the cage of his ribs, stealing his breath. ]
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Hey, sweetheart —
[ His ready cheer freezes when it connects that Molly isn't saying Empty and a jolt spasms in his chest, unseen and unnoticeable except for the way he stills completely. Hushed, he hesitantly asks, ]
Did you just say my name?
[ Suddenly, his heart is the opposite of motionless and jackhammering in the cage of his ribs, stealing his breath. ]