[Billy pauses at that, following her gaze, and his smile falters momentarily. His expression isn't what one might call sad, but it isn't happy, either. Still, as he reaches out and lets his fingers drift over the drawing, lightly, to avoid smudging it, his smile creeps back across his lips.]
...Yeah, I have. She's, um. [How does he even begin to explain this? He hasn't told anyone but Rogue.] She's special.
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...Yeah, I have. She's, um. [How does he even begin to explain this? He hasn't told anyone but Rogue.] She's special.