[Tseng is, notably, an objectively better driver than he is, if only because of that one maneuver where he cut a single careless angle and grazed the curb just enough to lose a point for it. Not that anyone's keeping score. Or still thinking about it after more than a decade.
This prospect, though, of handing over all the details to Tseng and merely showing up to enjoy the ride is...interesting. Familiar, on some level. Novel, on another.
He rubs the backs of his knuckles absently along the line of his jaw, thinking of a nick that by now has long since healed.]
You'll tell me what to wear?
[If the cadence of his questions is starting to give the impression of resembling a game, that's only because that's exactly what he's doing.]
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This prospect, though, of handing over all the details to Tseng and merely showing up to enjoy the ride is...interesting. Familiar, on some level. Novel, on another.
He rubs the backs of his knuckles absently along the line of his jaw, thinking of a nick that by now has long since healed.]
You'll tell me what to wear?
[If the cadence of his questions is starting to give the impression of resembling a game, that's only because that's exactly what he's doing.]