He listened in silence, marveling at how things were so damn similar in places and then completely different in others. Her mother had walked out when she was six; his father -- his real father -- had sold him at about that age. Her father had shipped her off to a girl's school; he'd gone to Catholic school. Neither of them had had any real friends in high school. She had gotten the chance to go to college only to have to drop out and work; he had never had the opportunity because his mother just couldn't support them anymore and he'd had to go to work. It was like looking in a fun house mirror -- the basic shape was still there, but everything else got twisted to the point of being just slightly wrong. It was odd, and it left him shaking his head at a loss for words when she finished.
"You're lucky you even got the chance to go," he muttered into the remains of his breakfast. A long pause, and then louder, "How'd you meet Chandra, by the way?" She hadn't covered that much, and he was hoping for another point of true commonality while he tried to wrap his head the rest of the way around their parallel histories.
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Date: 2010-03-30 05:33 pm (UTC)"You're lucky you even got the chance to go," he muttered into the remains of his breakfast. A long pause, and then louder, "How'd you meet Chandra, by the way?" She hadn't covered that much, and he was hoping for another point of true commonality while he tried to wrap his head the rest of the way around their parallel histories.