"...thank you." The little whisper managed to prompt an answering little smile as he faded back from view and tucked his hands into his pockets and became just another idle bystander eventually wandering back toward UNCLE's local station.
Of course the secret would be kept. Keeping secrets was his job, and he had been doing it far longer than that. But it likely would not matter particularly. He doubted he and Clark would cross paths again soon, in any of their guises.
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Of course the secret would be kept. Keeping secrets was his job, and he had been doing it far longer than that. But it likely would not matter particularly. He doubted he and Clark would cross paths again soon, in any of their guises.