William. [ It just slips out. He's too surprised that the onslaught of “charm” has ceased—that the guy actually listened—to check the impulse.
The rest, though. Somewhere—maybe miles away, maybe next door—William tips his head to the side, regards the radio speculatively. He has the urge to tweak the dial, like a man adjusting his tie. The voice on the other end's answered the question he hasn't had the courage to ask aloud. ] What makes you say that? [ He's not sure he agrees. Some of it has seemed real, but some of it—the fact that he seems to have tuned in to Logan's Greatest Hits, for example... ]
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The rest, though. Somewhere—maybe miles away, maybe next door—William tips his head to the side, regards the radio speculatively. He has the urge to tweak the dial, like a man adjusting his tie. The voice on the other end's answered the question he hasn't had the courage to ask aloud. ] What makes you say that? [ He's not sure he agrees. Some of it has seemed real, but some of it—the fact that he seems to have tuned in to Logan's Greatest Hits, for example... ]
The sky—looks like you could poke a hole in it.