[ Something in his chest comes precariously close to breaking, seeing her stride away like that. He barely dares to breathe, despite the way her words sounded like an apology, so as she moves, and then stops, his eyes are fixed on her.
He's got some reservations about the tapestry. Honestly, he wants to ask, how long do you figure that's been there, and is the view that bad, but - opens his mouth, closes his mouth again - start over. There would probably be more for him to do at his old playhouse but he's not really thinking about that right now. ]
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He's got some reservations about the tapestry. Honestly, he wants to ask, how long do you figure that's been there, and is the view that bad, but - opens his mouth, closes his mouth again - start over. There would probably be more for him to do at his old playhouse but he's not really thinking about that right now. ]
You're inviting me to your place?