[ He's glad when she finally leaves it off, steps away and lets him regather his thoughts.
... Well, that's what he tries to do, at any rate, but they scatter and skitter from his grasp, like fishing barehanded. He scowls down at his cards for lack of anything else to aim his annoyance at, before retaking his seat at the table. ]
Suppose it ain't an odd question.
[ Blandly, mildly, the paper snapping in his hands. ]
Easier pill to swallow than thinking he ain't good enough.
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... Well, that's what he tries to do, at any rate, but they scatter and skitter from his grasp, like fishing barehanded. He scowls down at his cards for lack of anything else to aim his annoyance at, before retaking his seat at the table. ]
Suppose it ain't an odd question.
[ Blandly, mildly, the paper snapping in his hands. ]
Easier pill to swallow than thinking he ain't good enough.