"I, uh." He stares at her, both taken aback and oddly touched. "Um. Sure, okay."
He takes the book, handling it with a delicacy he ordinarily reserves for the most fragile of artifacts, and peers at the faded lines of text. He's secretly a bit terrified he might tear one of the brittle pages.
After a few moments of shuffling around in search of a pleasant-sounding passage (and a then a few more than necessary as he fully comes to terms with Melanie's suggestion), Daniel coughs a little in a poor attempt to mask nervous anticipation and starts reading:
"At first it seemed that green things would never cease pushing their way through the earth, in the grass, in the beds, even in the crevices of the walls. Then -" He breaks off to squint fiercely at the paled printing, then continues haltingly - "Um, then the green things began to show buds and the buds began to unfurl and show color, every shade of blue, every shade of purple, every tint and hue of crimson."
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He takes the book, handling it with a delicacy he ordinarily reserves for the most fragile of artifacts, and peers at the faded lines of text. He's secretly a bit terrified he might tear one of the brittle pages.
After a few moments of shuffling around in search of a pleasant-sounding passage (and a then a few more than necessary as he fully comes to terms with Melanie's suggestion), Daniel coughs a little in a poor attempt to mask nervous anticipation and starts reading:
"At first it seemed that green things would never cease pushing their way through the earth, in the grass, in the beds, even in the crevices of the walls. Then -" He breaks off to squint fiercely at the paled printing, then continues haltingly - "Um, then the green things began to show buds and the buds began to unfurl and show color, every shade of blue, every shade of purple, every tint and hue of crimson."