[ He pulled over a chair, sitting down beside the piano bench -- not to presume that she'd want to be so close to a stranger. But he pulled off his gloves fire-- his fingers were pale as chalk, the nails a deep evergreen. ]
[ He worked his fingers into his collar, before he undid the clasps on the his helmet and lift it off, and set it on top of the piano. He smiled-- haltingly, awkwardly, grin over-wide but expression trying to be gentle. He knew he wasn't-- pretty to look at. ]
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[ He worked his fingers into his collar, before he undid the clasps on the his helmet and lift it off, and set it on top of the piano. He smiled-- haltingly, awkwardly, grin over-wide but expression trying to be gentle. He knew he wasn't-- pretty to look at. ]
Secrets are hard to keep on the barge, I'm told.