Sometime after the food is gone and the iced teas have been refilled, Kim realizes he’s just listening to Porsche tell stories and Porchay talk about music. He's not thinking about how to turn the conversation to his advantage. They don’t seem to mind that he’s quiet, or that his additions to the conversation are stilted, censoring everything he can’t say about himself and his life. They don’t push him when he evades personal questions. They fill his awkward silences with jokes and banter with each other. They listen whenever he finds something to say. He can’t tell whether he’s pretending to be Wik or pretending to be Kim, or something else entirely. It’s…nice.
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