[He steps inside, and doesn't comment on the room. He knows she doesn't think of the mansion as home, and probably not the flat they'd lived in in Oxford anymore, either, and it hurts, but he doesn't say anything.
She still hasn't changed, and he doesn't know if he should repeat that it's okay, that he wants her to do what she's comfortable with, so he just keeps his mouth shut.]
I'm not really sure where to start. [He finally admits, feeling more than a little awkward. It's been a long time, and he's missed her desperately, but he doesn't know what to say. He doesn't want to do the wrong thing.]
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She still hasn't changed, and he doesn't know if he should repeat that it's okay, that he wants her to do what she's comfortable with, so he just keeps his mouth shut.]
I'm not really sure where to start. [He finally admits, feeling more than a little awkward. It's been a long time, and he's missed her desperately, but he doesn't know what to say. He doesn't want to do the wrong thing.]