[For quite some time, it had been a mystery— not so any longer. He raises his brows in response, mirroring her own expression even as his gaze follows her hand as it comes to rest against her neck.
As he thought.]
It's yours, is it not?
[Why he has it, he cannot say definitively, but as for what the evidence implies...
It would all be far more believable to him if he didn't know himself as well as he does. He wasn't the sort of man who allowed people to be close to him in any sense of the word— not beyond a select few. Even friends had been a luxury that he had long ago decided he could not afford.]
Had I known you had been missing it, I would have returned it much sooner.
[Except his instinct is telling him not to let it go, that it means something to him.]
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As he thought.]
It's yours, is it not?
[Why he has it, he cannot say definitively, but as for what the evidence implies...
It would all be far more believable to him if he didn't know himself as well as he does. He wasn't the sort of man who allowed people to be close to him in any sense of the word— not beyond a select few. Even friends had been a luxury that he had long ago decided he could not afford.]
Had I known you had been missing it, I would have returned it much sooner.
[Except his instinct is telling him not to let it go, that it means something to him.]