He doesn't need the last part. He knows her mother's name, knows that's too much of a coincidence to be passed aside. It's just--
DeLuca. Maria DeLuca, is an alien. Part alien, anyway. That's crazy. He's known her for most of his life, at least the part of it that he can remember. There's so much in this, but the main thing is that he's looking at Maria like he's seeing her for the first time.
"You," he says, and then shakes his head, disbelieving. His smiling, though. "You're...everything I've been looking for all this time. And you were right in front of me all along."
Does she know what that means to him? Maybe she does. She's done this all once already, after all, it's only news to him. But it must have been huge, for her. To go from knowing nothing of aliens to knowing you are one in just a few months...
He reaches to take her hand again.
"How did you deal with this? Did we help you, were we there for you? Because we aren't the best at that. Must've been a lot to hear."
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DeLuca. Maria DeLuca, is an alien. Part alien, anyway. That's crazy. He's known her for most of his life, at least the part of it that he can remember. There's so much in this, but the main thing is that he's looking at Maria like he's seeing her for the first time.
"You," he says, and then shakes his head, disbelieving. His smiling, though. "You're...everything I've been looking for all this time. And you were right in front of me all along."
Does she know what that means to him? Maybe she does. She's done this all once already, after all, it's only news to him. But it must have been huge, for her. To go from knowing nothing of aliens to knowing you are one in just a few months...
He reaches to take her hand again.
"How did you deal with this? Did we help you, were we there for you? Because we aren't the best at that. Must've been a lot to hear."