[ Such scathing insults. From his vantage point with his back against the tree, Adolf thinks about this, really considers the pros and cons of articulating himself in a way that's more honest and less roundabout.
And after a beat, he walks back over to Oona, bends forward so he can put his hand on her head and ruffle, instead of pat. ]
I'm not responsible for you. [ Why does he have to ruin this... but no, this isn't all he says. ] But, yeah.
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And after a beat, he walks back over to Oona, bends forward so he can put his hand on her head and ruffle, instead of pat. ]
I'm not responsible for you. [ Why does he have to ruin this... but no, this isn't all he says. ] But, yeah.
[ Stated as matter-of-factly as he can, really. ]
It'd be hard.