[Seeing Mulcahy in the flesh makes more of César's nerves slide off his shoulder, and César smiles to him. The familiarity without the judgement. And then his eyes drift to the bench and altar. It's a moment before César remembers to speak and tears his eyes away with a lump in his throat.]
Thank you. Please, call me César.
[He walks over to him, his footfalls a little more sure.]
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Thank you. Please, call me César.
[He walks over to him, his footfalls a little more sure.]