Even out here, away from everything, there are times when Marco does still hear noise. It's not constant, thank goodness - the nearly 24/7 running commentary he can sometimes hear in the middle of a sleepless week is more subdued out here, more of an occasional quip or a remark or two when he's sitting alone.
When Fiddleford's hands come over his, everything falls silent. Marco sighs.
It... gives him a strange sort of hope, somehow, in a way he can't quite articulate.]
I wonder if he would like you... Oh, I'm sure he would. I'm sure he does.
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Even out here, away from everything, there are times when Marco does still hear noise. It's not constant, thank goodness - the nearly 24/7 running commentary he can sometimes hear in the middle of a sleepless week is more subdued out here, more of an occasional quip or a remark or two when he's sitting alone.
When Fiddleford's hands come over his, everything falls silent. Marco sighs.
It... gives him a strange sort of hope, somehow, in a way he can't quite articulate.]
I wonder if he would like you... Oh, I'm sure he would. I'm sure he does.