There, there. Richard pats his left hand over the back of her bloodless right, and also uses it to assist in gently (wincingly) prying it off whatever crunched cartilage and bone remains of his half of the shake.
“If she does, she'll let you know,” he tells her, and stands to lead the way to the door, on the subject of sunny rock indulgence.
“Should you have any questions, you know how to find me.”
As if possessed by the spirit of a rigid stick jammed somewhere delicate, Wysteria rises from her seat and allows herself to be lead toward to the door. Once across the threshold and out into the corridor beyond, she manages to say (to weakly insist), "A week or two. And then I will return her."
Presumably more heartfelt expressions of gratitude and enthusiasm for their newfound partnership will have to wait.
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Date: 2020-08-20 06:09 am (UTC)“If she does, she'll let you know,” he tells her, and stands to lead the way to the door, on the subject of sunny rock indulgence.
“Should you have any questions, you know how to find me.”
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Date: 2020-08-21 01:50 am (UTC)Presumably more heartfelt expressions of gratitude and enthusiasm for their newfound partnership will have to wait.
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Date: 2020-08-21 08:21 am (UTC)He closes the door between them.
Bye-eee.