He's silent for a moment, and when he speaks again his voice is slow as he pulls up the memory.
"You had your hair back in a low bun, but not braided. Light blue buttondown blouse. You were weighing a liver."
When they'd first met he'd been a far colder and harsher person than he is now, his defenses raised against everyone and everything. And his first memories of her are factual, neutral, as if she were merely any other staff member at Bart's. But she's there. From the start, he's noticed and remembered her, even if it took him years and dozens of mistakes to start noticing her in anything close to the way he does now.
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"You had your hair back in a low bun, but not braided. Light blue buttondown blouse. You were weighing a liver."
When they'd first met he'd been a far colder and harsher person than he is now, his defenses raised against everyone and everything. And his first memories of her are factual, neutral, as if she were merely any other staff member at Bart's. But she's there. From the start, he's noticed and remembered her, even if it took him years and dozens of mistakes to start noticing her in anything close to the way he does now.