Okay. [Still, he stays there from a another moment, pulling his hand back and knowing it probably made her uncomfortable. He feels like there's something more he needs to do, like something's missing from this goodbye. But everything he wants to do is crossing a line--pushing her hair back, telling her whatever it is, it'll be okay.
He gets up, after that moment, trying for a smile. Least he can do is try to weasel a real one out of her.] You're gonna like what I get you from London. Mark those words.
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He gets up, after that moment, trying for a smile. Least he can do is try to weasel a real one out of her.] You're gonna like what I get you from London. Mark those words.