[ That should be Michel's line?! He has an ordinary-sized elbow, thanks...
Michel absolutely senses that this has become a contest of some kind and shoots Yael a tiny scowl, albeit one absent any actual irritation. It's hard to get angry at Yael when he never keeps pushing once Michel draws a line. ]
Somehow, I would have found that easier to picture.
[ Although the scowl fades quickly into a more thoughtful expression. It isn't as hard to imagine as all that, and he wonders again about the gap between that description and the man he sees now. ]
Even mine isn't quite this long in real life. Had you never cut it? [ Or more aptly, at that age: had no one else ever cut it for him? But Michel is being tactful again -- perhaps. ]
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Michel absolutely senses that this has become a contest of some kind and shoots Yael a tiny scowl, albeit one absent any actual irritation. It's hard to get angry at Yael when he never keeps pushing once Michel draws a line. ]
Somehow, I would have found that easier to picture.
[ Although the scowl fades quickly into a more thoughtful expression. It isn't as hard to imagine as all that, and he wonders again about the gap between that description and the man he sees now. ]
Even mine isn't quite this long in real life. Had you never cut it? [ Or more aptly, at that age: had no one else ever cut it for him? But Michel is being tactful again -- perhaps. ]