[ It's far too late for that - the damage is done. His efforts to play it off serve only to deepen her frown. It doesn't quite dip into the range of sternness, and her voice is gentle. ]
It doesn't look like nothing. [ But she presses her lips together, hesitating, trying to work out whether it's best to let it go, or... no. No, he didn't give up on her that easily before. ]
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It doesn't look like nothing. [ But she presses her lips together, hesitating, trying to work out whether it's best to let it go, or... no. No, he didn't give up on her that easily before. ]
But even if it is... I'd feel better knowing why.