[She doesn't voice it, but he seems to know it, so he finally eats the piece of chocolate he'd been holding pinched between his fingers, and settles down next to her, chewing. It is good, strange and sweet, and he rubs circles into her back with his empty hand.] Does he have a surname? [He'd never asked, because so many men don't have one that he'd not felt the need to when she spoke of him before, but John is so common a name that it might scarcely help him find the man with the lockets.]
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