Baby. [ He nods. It's obviously not his real name, but he's so used to it by now that it could very well be. ] Thank you.
[ He's never been much of a talker. He's not good at it, and now that he's got to strain, or read lips to understand people, it makes it even more difficult. Still, his eyes flit from the road, to Clary, and back when she speaks, the ringing in his ears faint.
Forward, she says. He keeps driving, a comfortable speed on an empty road. Leaves her to work out what she needs to.
Just as she asks about music, the song ends and following it, in a complete change of pace, is Otis Redding's Stand By Me. Baby smiles, gesturing at the iPod with a finger. ]
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[ He's never been much of a talker. He's not good at it, and now that he's got to strain, or read lips to understand people, it makes it even more difficult. Still, his eyes flit from the road, to Clary, and back when she speaks, the ringing in his ears faint.
Forward, she says. He keeps driving, a comfortable speed on an empty road. Leaves her to work out what she needs to.
Just as she asks about music, the song ends and following it, in a complete change of pace, is Otis Redding's Stand By Me. Baby smiles, gesturing at the iPod with a finger. ]
Like you, I like all kinds of music.