“ …—— Why do you look like him? ”
A brush to the arm, fingers going up and down across fluffy sweater wool, shaky. Almost uncertain.
'———Hmmm?’
Waves instigate a pandemonium ahead, dimming out a frail voice that shatters his concentration. Palm flattens over the current page, where in his haste, he most likely wiped carbon remnants he would later have to improvise with.
’ Sorry. Come again?’