milliways_bar: When we three meet again...
It's a knock.
Then another.
He's sure they're up, as they really should be up and Trindle should have been fed by now so obviously, they're up, but he's nervous and not quite thinking, though perhaps thinking too much and all in a straight, unending line without any turns or twists excepts that you can't get anywhere like that...
"You don't think she's refusing to see me, do you?"
Then another.
He's sure they're up, as they really should be up and Trindle should have been fed by now so obviously, they're up, but he's nervous and not quite thinking, though perhaps thinking too much and all in a straight, unending line without any turns or twists excepts that you can't get anywhere like that...
"You don't think she's refusing to see me, do you?"