It was hard to imagine. So much had transpired in the span of eleven years for him, and that was only two years away from nine. Everything could change.
There was a part of him that wanted to ask, but he knew that, if he was successful--...
He paused. Perhaps even visibly, if anyone was looking. His cup was in his hand, in no danger of falling, but he wasn't taking a simple drink before setting it down. Now, he was wondering. Having to really think about what he'd done.
His regret. If it was undone, it would change Phoenix's life, too. And now, he was already promised to change it. Proof, perhaps, that he wasn't good at impulse.
Miles placed his cup back onto the table, his voice carefully neutral as he said, "That's... quite a span of time."
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It was hard to imagine. So much had transpired in the span of eleven years for him, and that was only two years away from nine. Everything could change.
There was a part of him that wanted to ask, but he knew that, if he was successful--...
He paused. Perhaps even visibly, if anyone was looking. His cup was in his hand, in no danger of falling, but he wasn't taking a simple drink before setting it down. Now, he was wondering. Having to really think about what he'd done.
His regret. If it was undone, it would change Phoenix's life, too. And now, he was already promised to change it. Proof, perhaps, that he wasn't good at impulse.
Miles placed his cup back onto the table, his voice carefully neutral as he said, "That's... quite a span of time."