[ He's going to lean forward and rest is elbows on is knees at that, and peer at you until your gaze slides his way so he can ask, his mind to yours; he never did get out of the habit of doing that, but it's not so bad a thing, just a carry-over quirk from childhood.
( Uncle... I don't want to pry. But I can smell the sadness off of you, tonight. )]
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( Uncle... I don't want to pry. But I can smell the sadness off of you, tonight. )]