[ The cheer is forced; she commands all of his attention as she speaks, expression perfectly stoic. Out of sight, under the pretence of leaning forward, his fist is clenched, the knuckles white. That idiot. Gone only a little while and he crashes a damn plane - he never hated being dead and useless more than he does now. Well it seems the world moved on without him. His grief is for later. ]
Thanks.
[ He rubs his nose and pockets the gem, and then crosses the room to her, offers her his arm. ]
Sorry to have brought that up. How about we look around?
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[ The cheer is forced; she commands all of his attention as she speaks, expression perfectly stoic. Out of sight, under the pretence of leaning forward, his fist is clenched, the knuckles white. That idiot. Gone only a little while and he crashes a damn plane - he never hated being dead and useless more than he does now. Well it seems the world moved on without him. His grief is for later. ]
Thanks.
[ He rubs his nose and pockets the gem, and then crosses the room to her, offers her his arm. ]
Sorry to have brought that up. How about we look around?