( And, in that moment, Kate gets the urge to ask something which she's heard in so many variations over the years — asked by everyone from friends to patients:
So, what does mine look like?
... So, that's what it feels like. That invasive, sharp curiosity pricking at the back of her mind, something about oneself which is hidden from them. It's a thoroughly foreign sensation, one that has to be shrugged off before she can reply. )
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So, what does mine look like?
... So, that's what it feels like. That invasive, sharp curiosity pricking at the back of her mind, something about oneself which is hidden from them. It's a thoroughly foreign sensation, one that has to be shrugged off before she can reply. )
Makes sense. Thanks.