[He pauses his sketching to rise when she enters, buttoning his jacket again. Everything is unhurried, unconcerned, but he does not care for her entrance: he has never cared for those unwilling to wait.
The incident is filed away in his thoughts, and set aside firmly. When she is close enough to look, he smooths his fingers over the edge of the paper.]
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The incident is filed away in his thoughts, and set aside firmly. When she is close enough to look, he smooths his fingers over the edge of the paper.]
Have you heard the story of Baldur?