[Charles looks back from whatever is distracting him from focusing on the locket proper and gives a rich, pleased smile for all the exhaustion around the edges.]
What is it, dear? [He has a similar disregard these days. In fact he's struck with a sudden urge to find her and be there in her company, wherever that may be, just because he can.]
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What is it, dear? [He has a similar disregard these days. In fact he's struck with a sudden urge to find her and be there in her company, wherever that may be, just because he can.]