[ But he arched a brow about the password — "to stop anyone else from pretending to be him?" Why would anyone else pretend to be him? Why would they want to? And how? For half a second as he thinks, unconscious fingertips trace the bottom outline of the scar on his cheek... ]
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Yes. I am.
[ But he arched a brow about the password — "to stop anyone else from pretending to be him?" Why would anyone else pretend to be him? Why would they want to? And how? For half a second as he thinks, unconscious fingertips trace the bottom outline of the scar on his cheek... ]
Only I know the password?