[ I may be what you’ve sorely needed. A small, distant part of him agrees with that thought, tentatively flickering behind his sternum. But it wouldn’t do to voice that idea aloud, not when they’ve so recently come to some sort of accord. ] Humble, she says. [ As if in an aside, eyes directed to the heavens. ]
Is that what you call your frequent and unfounded accusations on the quality of my character?
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Humble, she says. [ As if in an aside, eyes directed to the heavens. ]
Is that what you call your frequent and unfounded accusations on the quality of my character?