"1879. Probably," he adds, because the truth is that he'd been in hiding long enough to not really know what year it had been, because that's not the thing you care about when your life might be on the line.
"Why, what year was it for you?" he prods, stretching his arms out while still making sure not to prod her.
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"Why, what year was it for you?" he prods, stretching his arms out while still making sure not to prod her.