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Yes, he was becoming more and more aware of this double life (so to speak) that she was trying to live. Or perhaps double life wasn't the right way to think of it, because both were still Florrie just...she was trapped in a limbo between who she is, who she wants to be, and who she should be. A cliché quote, maybe, but he hadn't really understood it until he had meet and experience Florence Nicolette Margot Charbonneau.
Yearbook privilege. Knowing names for the sake of layout and photography identification. He had it memorized.
He mentally seized up at the playful banter, recalled all too well when Cecelia had asked him to do some headshots for her and how he had mildly panicked with that. He felt bad about it, especially looking back because his response had been completely unnecessary. The pressure for perfection had lifted a bit this summer the more and more he leaned into this feeling he had when he held a camera. It had been there all along, but he hadn't paid attention to it until (as much as he was embarrassed to say) validation that the Witch Weekly article provided. Which was a really long and roundabout way to come to the more casual response he offered her. "My work isn't very fit for commercial marketing anyway," he chuckled lightly. "Poses and the like...I mean..." And he was going to stop himself before he started rambling on too much about the differences between the various photography techniques. He felt a certain tension rise when she looked, felt, less than enthusiastic about the offer to combine their art styles together. He had really liked the look of her calligraphy on his black and white photography and it felt like a very long time since they had combined....but maybe it had to be a little longer still.
By the time she turned back, he had slinked up to her side and was leaning against the wood with a soft concerned smile on his slightly scruffy features. "Feels natural to me, I suppose, and that'll be us soon enough and then there will be people here thinking the same things," he smiled a little more and swayed slightly to give her a nudge. He was not nearly as affected by the absence of people as others seemed to be. Maybe because he had been left behind for the first few years of schooling and so he already knew what it was like to press on in their absence. He missed Phoebe and Teddy most of all, his older cousins who had been like an older brother and sister to him, but he did not feel a pining. "It's only temporary." A lot of things were. Cooper leaned his forearms entirely against the railing, himself looking out wistfully into the mist and the silhouettes of the trees in the distance. "And I...really don't want to waste what time I've got left here."
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