[ That earns the beginnings of a smile, a lopsided ghost of a thing as he ducks his head, running his free hand through his damp hair back to front. The canteen dangles in the other hand between both legs, forearm balanced on a knee. ]
Only us that's changed.
[ He turns his head just enough to fix his gaze sidelong gaze on him, his voice warm and low. ]
Older. [ he cocks his head the other way, eyes half-lidded and his lips pulling at one side. ] Debatably wiser.
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Only us that's changed.
[ He turns his head just enough to fix his gaze sidelong gaze on him, his voice warm and low. ]
Older. [ he cocks his head the other way, eyes half-lidded and his lips pulling at one side. ] Debatably wiser.