[There's silence in the dream-suite for a moment or so, before she'll hear shuffling behind that partition - and after a moment, his hand wraps around the edge of it... and he pushes it open to peer out, his eyes as wide as saucers. Taking a moment to look at everything...
Before they land on her, somehow going even wider.
... And without a word, he steps out so he can cross the room, stepping right up to her and cupping her face in his hands. Gently running his thumb over one of her cheekbones, looking at every part of visage - only to then start looking at the rest of her, stepping back to look over her hair, and her EGO suit, all the way down to her shoes. And back up again.]
... Evangeline? You...
[Looking away, now, to look at his suite. Looking at the paintings he'd chosen and hung up on his walls, the neon crosses hanging between them, the flowers covering every single space that the sun can possibly hit when it shines through his windows. Looking at the shelves, their stuffed animals, his ducks. The TV on his little entertainment center, the horror films lined up beside it. His favorite chair, the little loveseat, the petbed he'd purchased for his Dipplin.
Over, now, to the clothes he keeps hung up outside of his bedroom almost as decor - looking at their textures and colors, how he managed to make things that look so lovely despite struggling some days just to see.
And back to her.]
... You... chose to show me my own home? There are millions of things - billions, trillions of things that you could have shown me... And you chose something so personal to me, myself, alone?
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[There's silence in the dream-suite for a moment or so, before she'll hear shuffling behind that partition - and after a moment, his hand wraps around the edge of it... and he pushes it open to peer out, his eyes as wide as saucers.
Taking a moment to look at everything...
Before they land on her, somehow going even wider.
... And without a word, he steps out so he can cross the room, stepping right up to her and cupping her face in his hands. Gently running his thumb over one of her cheekbones, looking at every part of visage - only to then start looking at the rest of her, stepping back to look over her hair, and her EGO suit, all the way down to her shoes.
And back up again.]
... Evangeline? You...
[Looking away, now, to look at his suite. Looking at the paintings he'd chosen and hung up on his walls, the neon crosses hanging between them, the flowers covering every single space that the sun can possibly hit when it shines through his windows.
Looking at the shelves, their stuffed animals, his ducks. The TV on his little entertainment center, the horror films lined up beside it. His favorite chair, the little loveseat, the petbed he'd purchased for his Dipplin.
Over, now, to the clothes he keeps hung up outside of his bedroom almost as decor - looking at their textures and colors, how he managed to make things that look so lovely despite struggling some days just to see.
And back to her.]
... You... chose to show me my own home?
There are millions of things - billions, trillions of things that you could have shown me...
And you chose something so personal to me, myself, alone?