[He whistles softly, meeting her eyes for a moment.]
Your home sounds brilliant, though. God, I used to--
[He grins, shaking his head.]
I used to dream me and mine could live somewhere like that. My Ma and Pop and Ben . . . specially that it ain't in the city. I love cities, don't get me wrong, but it'd be nice to get out into the country too. What'd your father teach?
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[He whistles softly, meeting her eyes for a moment.]
Your home sounds brilliant, though. God, I used to--
[He grins, shaking his head.]
I used to dream me and mine could live somewhere like that. My Ma and Pop and Ben . . . specially that it ain't in the city. I love cities, don't get me wrong, but it'd be nice to get out into the country too. What'd your father teach?