Re: Above the antique store: Cat & Bruce
She watched his dance with the cheeseburger. "Most likely twenty, actually. The military, of course, has subjected me to countless tests. They've measured my hip size, the size of my head, the apparent age of my cells. The bone biopsy was fun, but I guess we're a lot like trees, and you can tell how old we are by cutting us open and counting the rings." It was dark in this room, and perhaps confessions were easier with a man who thought she was a curly-haired Scot. "They think the serum in my blood will counter it, that it won't last. Of course no one actually knows what happens if they're right. I might turn forty-something overnight. I do adore uncertainties." Her smile, if he looked up, was knowing. "Of course, you can probably justify all that by saying it's just how Louis would convince you. But we both know I wouldn't be sitting here in any capacity if Louis was conjuring up your desires."
She took a bite of her own burger, and she shifted herself more comfortably on the bed, closer to his feet and with her legs crossed. "Eat your burger. You're much too thin." Another bite, and that comment was dismissed as if it had never been spoken. "Love has to be easily seen and demonstrated for children, yes, more than for adults. We can infer based on behaviors that aren't immediately apparent. Damian is, in many ways, a ten-year-old in a twenty-year-old's body. Alright, not precisely, but think of all we learn between one and ten. He missed all that." She took another bite of her fry. "Do you remember being ten? I do. Isn't it funny? I think I remember more about my youth in my forties than I ever did in my twenties."