[Yeah. Okay, he can do that. He'd kind of had it in his head to, anyway, and when she doesn't immediately move that just cements his resolve to leave his coffee cup on the railing and take up a seat on the steps, hands resting lightly on one drawn-up knee and the other outstretched, relaxed, making contact a few steps lower.]
I don't blame you.
[He offers her a look that, if it'd been in his shoulders instead of his eyes, would've been a shrug.]
But are you ever going to get the chance to again?
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I don't blame you.
[He offers her a look that, if it'd been in his shoulders instead of his eyes, would've been a shrug.]
But are you ever going to get the chance to again?