[He walks right up to the train, looking into the miniature room. He has an eye for details himself, but he's always been interested himself in watching people instead - an officer leaning down to pray during Sunday services, a few glances from from the ship's steward when he thinks Hickey isn't looking. He studies William now, the way he touches Dolores, the way his voice sounds, and files it all away in some mental corner.] The details are what makes telling a story worthwhile.
[He has a genuine curiosity in his expression, and he stuffs his hands in his pockets, a more contrite gesture than his previous surrender.] Tell me, if you may.
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[He has a genuine curiosity in his expression, and he stuffs his hands in his pockets, a more contrite gesture than his previous surrender.] Tell me, if you may.