(He looks at her, realizing his moment of weakness before pushing himself away and straightening himself up. He does his hair nonchalantly, as this whole thing was a huge inconvenience and becoming guarded once more.)
It's not, really. You don't have to be here and we don't have to acknowledge this ever happened.
(A slight depression is in his voice, but he's made his bed and now he has to lie in it.)
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It's not, really. You don't have to be here and we don't have to acknowledge this ever happened.
(A slight depression is in his voice, but he's made his bed and now he has to lie in it.)