[ It's the smile, that finally makes that twisted knot in his stomach ease. Like he's done something right, for once, interpreted something correctly, despite her words. He gives her a sheepish smile in return, but can't quite pull his hands away. ]
Sorry.
[ He's not very sorry at all. The smile warms, crinkling at the edges of his eyes. ]
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Sorry.
[ He's not very sorry at all. The smile warms, crinkling at the edges of his eyes. ]
Got a little carried away.