There's something there, something he's said and although he won't push or ask what he's done wrong, he knows it's something. Looking over at Veronica, his own brows drawn together in a faint frown, Mathias reaches over and touches her arm briefly.
"I'm sorry," he says and leaves it at that, then withdraws his fingers. Sometimes he forgets about the burns, doesn't think about what they might feel like against her arm.
"Are there people who have more than one?" he asks, then gestures as he tries to find the word. "More than one... double? Or twin?" Both words imply pairs, but he isn't sure what other word might work for what he means to say.
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Date: 2008-12-11 03:06 am (UTC)"I'm sorry," he says and leaves it at that, then withdraws his fingers. Sometimes he forgets about the burns, doesn't think about what they might feel like against her arm.
"Are there people who have more than one?" he asks, then gestures as he tries to find the word. "More than one... double? Or twin?" Both words imply pairs, but he isn't sure what other word might work for what he means to say.