[ The question has him pausing to stare down at her, because there’s something raw in her voice. And it’s a vulnerability he recognizes all too well.

He gives a soft huff of laughter, but the sound is more sad than humorous. Leaning forward, he rests his forehead against hers. ]

Sometimes I think you and I are far more alike than either of us are probably comfortable with. So let me turn it around on you, Hilda. If you’ve been so interested in Claude, how could you possibly want me?