[ C'mon now, be kind. He's genuinely suffering here, bleeding heart and all. Give or take another second and he'll compulsively apologize for something that doesn't even make sense. ]
I-I mean, I have, but I don't want to insist.
[ His gaze skitters along the ceiling like he's sending a prayer heavenward, but when he drops his gaze back to floor-level, he's notably placid. The only saving grace is that it isn't quite as awkward as it should be.
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I-I mean, I have, but I don't want to insist.
[ His gaze skitters along the ceiling like he's sending a prayer heavenward, but when he drops his gaze back to floor-level, he's notably placid. The only saving grace is that it isn't quite as awkward as it should be.
Something familiar. ]
The place doesn't matter to you, then?