[How does Oria do that? How does he see into Sinclair's heart all the time, and work out the little knots of anxieties and worries Sinclair could never voice himself? He keeps his eyes closed because he's not going to tear up again. Sorry Oria, it looked like his heart wasn't going to stop racing any time soon.]
You're--[everything that Sinclair has liked in a person, so much, he hardly has time to work through it. Everything he feels now.] I like everything about you. I'm lucky to have met you.
[Brought together, on the whims of the universe and a lottery]
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You're--[everything that Sinclair has liked in a person, so much, he hardly has time to work through it. Everything he feels now.] I like everything about you. I'm lucky to have met you.
[Brought together, on the whims of the universe and a lottery]