[ Damned if he's not glad the conversation is private. Nikolai's fingers twitch. He almost rubs at his eyes. ]
You miss her? [ He pauses, and, as if he's aware that he's revealing too much about himself, he falls back to half-insults. ] The little girl's little girl?
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You miss her? [ He pauses, and, as if he's aware that he's revealing too much about himself, he falls back to half-insults. ] The little girl's little girl?