[ It's more or less what he expected, but he'll always be happy to have an exact over an approximate. Now, at least, he knows how much additional discomfort comes with their matching wedding bands. ]
Thirty-eight. [ Matter of fact, no airs of presumed wisdom or embarrassment. Eggs scrambled and left to finish cooking through, he drops bread into the toaster and eyes her tiny, warped reflection in its finish. Unable to think of a comment that wouldn't sound pitying regarding her own age, he declines to comment at all. ]
If we drove off, where would you be headed? Back toward home, parts unknown...?
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Thirty-eight. [ Matter of fact, no airs of presumed wisdom or embarrassment. Eggs scrambled and left to finish cooking through, he drops bread into the toaster and eyes her tiny, warped reflection in its finish. Unable to think of a comment that wouldn't sound pitying regarding her own age, he declines to comment at all. ]
If we drove off, where would you be headed? Back toward home, parts unknown...?