[ The wine red suits his complexion, the salt and pepper coloration of his hair. The video catches him, lips parted in surprise, though he recovers composure quickly.
So he hadn't been trying to mollify him, when he said he'd prefer a chat over tea. As he looks at his watch, his metal fingers splay out over his chest, feeling the beat of his heart beneath them. The question he asks is a compassionate one. ]
If you're trying to make up for the last time we met, I hold no grudge.
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So he hadn't been trying to mollify him, when he said he'd prefer a chat over tea. As he looks at his watch, his metal fingers splay out over his chest, feeling the beat of his heart beneath them. The question he asks is a compassionate one. ]
If you're trying to make up for the last time we met, I hold no grudge.
[ Still. ]
Nevertheless. It'll be my pleasure.