[He falls silent for a moment, looking at Hermione's fingers curled on top of his. As always, he feels the rings there. Silver on his pointer. Gold on his ring. "I'm sure you have your reasons."
Yes. He does. And they're not ones he should drop on her, not when all he'd come over for is to give her a belated birthday present. But it feels like navigating a maze, answering her questions without really saying anything. Erik doesn't lift his gaze, and when he talks again it's quiet.]
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[He falls silent for a moment, looking at Hermione's fingers curled on top of his. As always, he feels the rings there. Silver on his pointer. Gold on his ring. "I'm sure you have your reasons."
Yes. He does. And they're not ones he should drop on her, not when all he'd come over for is to give her a belated birthday present. But it feels like navigating a maze, answering her questions without really saying anything. Erik doesn't lift his gaze, and when he talks again it's quiet.]
My family died.