[God. All right, all right. He sighs and allows himself to feel moderately contrite. He can understand why she was anxious, even if in his head it doesn't quite make sense.]
thank you. really. you're very considerate.
[And that's . . . sort of the point, isn't it? Maybe he should clarify.]
i trust you to make choices that don't threaten either of us. that's all.
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thank you. really. you're very considerate.
[And that's . . . sort of the point, isn't it? Maybe he should clarify.]
i trust you to make choices that don't threaten either of us. that's all.