[He adjusts his shirtcuffs as he comes back to the little cookstove, shifting beneath the unfamiliar shirt fabric until it settles in a way he's familiar with. Fucking polyester.]
I'm sorry, I feel as if I'm on the verge of talking your ear off. You're more than welcome to ask questions of me as well.
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I'm sorry, I feel as if I'm on the verge of talking your ear off. You're more than welcome to ask questions of me as well.