[ Grell lowers herself to take a seat beside him, nearly shoulder-to-shoulder. To his recollection of his mother, she smiles, although her expression is replaced with something of sympathy as he continues.
Resting against the door, her eyes trace the skyline between the buildings. ]
Perhaps she reminded you of your mother? That's how it goes, I hear. [ A chuckle. ]
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Resting against the door, her eyes trace the skyline between the buildings. ]
Perhaps she reminded you of your mother? That's how it goes, I hear. [ A chuckle. ]