Talking to him and I can't help but smile. Even if he's not being agreeable by any means. A normal person might be frustrated by even this (now) but I'll only go back to it later. Blame a passive nature, inheritance from my dear father. There's something about him that I can't deny and I'm not sure what it is (but it's far from magic). And maybe if I'm waiting for magic I'm waiting for the wrong thing. No one really knows what it feels like, no one can describe it- not even that blasted owl. And it shouldn't be compared to the past tries, because they'll never...
I wish I had the courage to ask him to talk about these things and that I believed he would actually do this, seeing as it's so hard to get past the crust.
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