[Simon felt soothed by the hand in his hair, closing his eyes briefly and leaning into the touch. It felt like his father's gentle ruffle, and he could almost hear the man's rumbling approval and quiet pride.]
Maybe... I could bring my journal down with me, and tell you where I am once in a while? Would that be okay?
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Maybe... I could bring my journal down with me, and tell you where I am once in a while? Would that be okay?