[ she pats him on the cheek where she kissed him for good measure before pulling away, responding with a vague, wry sort of curve at the corners of her mouth: ]
No fucking promises. Sorry, Larsa.
[ it'd be cruel to promise anyway. with the way things turned out last time. ]
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No fucking promises. Sorry, Larsa.
[ it'd be cruel to promise anyway. with the way things turned out last time. ]
This is good-bye for now, yeah?