[... Ah, good question. He considers her from head to toe, as if that is an assessment, a way to answer her. She looks like she still wants to have a go at the bag. After a moment, he rubs the back of his head, thumbing the brand there unconsciously.]
Mn, I can leave.
It's the noise. The sound, it's — hmm. A bad sound.
[He's not sure of any other way to put it. Wishes he had one.]
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Mn, I can leave.
It's the noise. The sound, it's — hmm. A bad sound.
[He's not sure of any other way to put it. Wishes he had one.]