He squints, thinking. Time is an odd concept, and he's spent much of it either in a nightmare loop or reading. And that has been less fruitful than he'd have liked.
"... Two months?" He chews at his lip. It sounds about right. "Yes. Two months. Things happened in the first month. Awfully distracting." He's not going to specify unless she asks.
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"... Two months?" He chews at his lip. It sounds about right. "Yes. Two months. Things happened in the first month. Awfully distracting." He's not going to specify unless she asks.