[It's... a voice she knows well. Not so well that it's akin to the back of her own hand, but enough that it wasn't so long ago that she'd heard it back home. It is a refreshing familiarity. A comfort and stability that Olivia has been without since her recent arrival.
She turns quickly, her laundry momentarily forgotten, and when she rests her gaze on him, Olivia simply stops. It's as if the breath is knocked right out of her.
The relationship she's had with him is a new one. She is still very much trying to teach herself to get accustomed to the idea that there is a future her. That the future her has a son. That the future her has a husband. She has not had much time to grow accustomed to these ideas. To her, Inigo is still someone she... doesn't know terribly well.
It has been hard to accept.]
O-oh, it's...
[You.
Is what she wants to say. Except it just won't come out. Maybe this all has meaning to it. Maybe there's a greater purpose to her being here. And him, too. A calling?]
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She turns quickly, her laundry momentarily forgotten, and when she rests her gaze on him, Olivia simply stops. It's as if the breath is knocked right out of her.
The relationship she's had with him is a new one. She is still very much trying to teach herself to get accustomed to the idea that there is a future her. That the future her has a son. That the future her has a husband. She has not had much time to grow accustomed to these ideas. To her, Inigo is still someone she... doesn't know terribly well.
It has been hard to accept.]
O-oh, it's...
[You.
Is what she wants to say. Except it just won't come out. Maybe this all has meaning to it. Maybe there's a greater purpose to her being here. And him, too. A calling?]
Uhm. H-how long have you been here?
[Rather, how didn't she run into him sooner?]