[ he... almost flinches when Kni takes his face in his hands. It makes their connection feel louder, when they touch. it's almost musical, like wind pushing through strings as the sound fills his ears.

It was a sound that used to be a comfort, but ... ]

Well.
I've lived for about a century and a half at this point.

[ shifting his umbrella to his false hand, he raises his real hand to push it against his own lips, in a shhh motion. ]

...But I usually tell people I'm about twenty-six.

[ but... ah. ]

Who did you think was lying?