Title: At Least
Rating: G
Summary: Just a drabble. Sark/Sydney-ish. 2nd person POV.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything...
At least
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The calm crispness of his speech gets to you now. He looks even younger than he did two years ago, with his school boy haircut and his dark clothes that could easily be mistaken for a uniform.
He looks at you the same though. As if he can see right into you. It makes you feel naked and you're already exposed enough.
His eyes are still a penetrating, careless blue. Funny how so much can change, but Sark remains the same. It's comforting really.
At least you have one thing to count on. At least you have one thing that you can remember...one thing that hasn't changed.
Even if it is Sark. At least it's something.
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