[ This brings about an unbidden and unasked for pang, wholly disguised beneath the surface as he picks up his hot chocolate. The odd bitterness of alcohol and cocoa, the unnatural sweetness expressed by both, feels nostalgic, those rare permissions back then. He sips, thoughtfully, rather than respond right away.
It occurs to him that until Tsenka's arrival, there's been no one of the right privileged position that he could speak to about them, if the urge took him (a big if, even then).
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It occurs to him that until Tsenka's arrival, there's been no one of the right privileged position that he could speak to about them, if the urge took him (a big if, even then).
But rather than follow that path too long— ]
The truth, I think. What did you tell her?