"Not the same things." His face was hidden behind a fall of unkempt hair. Impatiently he cleared the hair from his eyes, shoved his glasses up the bridge of his nose into their proper position.
He knew she was waiting for an answer.
"Similar," he admitted, again curt. "Not the same."
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Date: 2010-02-21 12:51 am (UTC)He knew she was waiting for an answer.
"Similar," he admitted, again curt. "Not the same."