nancy. (
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2017-11-08 03:18 pm (UTC)
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Nancy does something rare: she stops.
"I know. But... You know what I come from." Her eyes meet Eames' over the top of her forkful of beans.
Nancy's quiet for a few more moments, focusing on her food. Soon enough, she breaks the silence once more: "Uncle or Grandpa?" she asks softly.
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"I know. But... You know what I come from." Her eyes meet Eames' over the top of her forkful of beans.
Nancy's quiet for a few more moments, focusing on her food. Soon enough, she breaks the silence once more: "Uncle or Grandpa?" she asks softly.