[Said so matter-of-factly, with a look to go with it, but there is the slightest uptick of her lip when she meets his eyes.
She picks up a journal and flips through it, her eyes skimming the pages for anything of importance, or interest. Just the journal musings of an old man that are not her old man's. Boring. She tosses it aside and slides open the drawer.]
no subject
[Said so matter-of-factly, with a look to go with it, but there is the slightest uptick of her lip when she meets his eyes.
She picks up a journal and flips through it, her eyes skimming the pages for anything of importance, or interest. Just the journal musings of an old man that are not her old man's. Boring. She tosses it aside and slides open the drawer.]
It would seem that he writes poetry.