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[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz is at the piano, idly playing through scales.

He looks somewhat tired, but more unfocused, thinking about something else. The dream he'd had the previous night plays in the back of his mind, and after a moment, he stops playing scales and starts the notes he can remember dimly from the background.

It's rather unsettling, but he doesn't show this.

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[kayip.livejournal.com]

He stops, and looks up, and smiles slightly.

"Yeah... I couldn't come back for a while," he says carefully, trying to guess if Lee had met the younger version. "But I've been able to go in and out for over a week now, I think."

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Last I saw you, you were a little kid." He returns the smile. "I mean, not that that has the same meaning at all around here, but still."

[kayip.livejournal.com]

The smile falters and he looks away for a moment.

Slowly, "I... guess not."

Pause. "I don't really remember it, so..."

Though, given what others had said, it didn't sound like he'd repeated any of the malicious things about Americans he'd heard from his parents at that age. Which was... nice to know.

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

"You have any idea what triggered it, or..." He stops, realizing a tad belatedly that Behrooz doesn't seem to want to talk about it.

[kayip.livejournal.com]

"I... wouldn't know..." he says, trying to hide that the idea makes him uncomfortable. "I don't remember it, so ... I don't really know what happened."