“You could say that.” Brian rubbed his left eye and then braced his knuckles on the bench between his knees. A few of them cracked. “Got something I need to work out.” He debated the wisdom of mouthing off like this. Since she was a stranger, he figured it couldn’t hurt. What was she going to do, report the weirdo to the Dean’s office? He wasn’t a student.
“You ever have a secret? Something you can’t talk about, so you – you try to say it some other way?” His eyebrows lifted. He thought about the tattoos on his arms and torso, the back of his calf muscle.
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on 2013-08-31 08:12 pm (UTC)“You ever have a secret? Something you can’t talk about, so you – you try to say it some other way?” His eyebrows lifted. He thought about the tattoos on his arms and torso, the back of his calf muscle.
“I do that a lot.”