[He exhales a breath through his nose and shakes his head as if to dismiss lingering thoughts, then rakes a hand through his hair and offers her a wry, self-depreciating smile.]
There's no way that motive would work on me, don't worry. What about you...? How're you doing?
[While he might seem like he's totally fine, there's still a touch of distance to his voice. It's hard not to think about that motive, really.]
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[He exhales a breath through his nose and shakes his head as if to dismiss lingering thoughts, then rakes a hand through his hair and offers her a wry, self-depreciating smile.]
There's no way that motive would work on me, don't worry. What about you...? How're you doing?
[While he might seem like he's totally fine, there's still a touch of distance to his voice. It's hard not to think about that motive, really.]