[ The words that spring to life upon his phone's little screen hit him like a bolt of ice. They're meant as– well, frankly, he's not sure how they're meant to land, but as they are, they feel strangely violating. It isn't that he doesn't believe Tilanus, but more that he resents being presumed to be known — to be told they'd shared something when the man is nothing more to him now than a stranger, to know that he must know something when he knows nothing in turn. ]
You knew another.
If you know such secrets about me, then you ought to know that, too.
[ That is the kindest response he can muster, typed out and deleted and typed out again as he tries (and fails) to fully collect his thoughts. ]
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You knew another.
If you know such secrets about me, then you ought to know that, too.
[ That is the kindest response he can muster, typed out and deleted and typed out again as he tries (and fails) to fully collect his thoughts. ]