"Not this part of Texas," Cassidy said with a snorting laugh. "Bloody hell. They barely even had a Starbucks, d'you know what I mean?"
He contemplated Matt's face — the face he was still learning to associate with not Jesse — while he lowered his hands into his lap. He'd be holding onto the pipe, until such time as Matthew reached for it again.
"You must've had some run-ins with the sort of people who don't take kindly to what we are. Right? Four hundred years." At least. Matt had mentioned the 1600s, so he must have already been of an age in that century. "That's a hell of a long time to escape notice."
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He contemplated Matt's face — the face he was still learning to associate with not Jesse — while he lowered his hands into his lap. He'd be holding onto the pipe, until such time as Matthew reached for it again.
"You must've had some run-ins with the sort of people who don't take kindly to what we are. Right? Four hundred years." At least. Matt had mentioned the 1600s, so he must have already been of an age in that century. "That's a hell of a long time to escape notice."