[ Don't worry, it sounds insane to the people who live there, too.
He makes a noise. His finger rests on the rim of his glass. Somebody's always looking at somebody, he wants to say. Maybe if she'd appeared anything other than how she did, he would've, but her eyes are sincere, and he wonders if she's ever searched for a place where she might not be so different. Or was it she never thought about it that way? ]
No. [ They look like Kurt's, he thinks. Her eyes. ] No, weren't too many like him.
[ Anyhow, it was more than looks. That might be where it started, but it's not where it ended. And though he never got the chance to ask what made Hank give up on the serum, it isn't hard to guess. ]
no subject
He makes a noise. His finger rests on the rim of his glass. Somebody's always looking at somebody, he wants to say. Maybe if she'd appeared anything other than how she did, he would've, but her eyes are sincere, and he wonders if she's ever searched for a place where she might not be so different. Or was it she never thought about it that way? ]
No. [ They look like Kurt's, he thinks. Her eyes. ] No, weren't too many like him.
[ Anyhow, it was more than looks. That might be where it started, but it's not where it ended. And though he never got the chance to ask what made Hank give up on the serum, it isn't hard to guess. ]