[You don't live with a guy for a month and not figure as much out. It was in part the sharp and sudden cry, the barreling to the ground, and also the frenetic helplessness that had him making the offer. Maybe it had been a new hurt on the old one, banging off the floor like that. Or growing pains, hahaha, so clever.
He gapes a moment, then claps his mouth shut. The flush hadn't abated, and the fresh shame brings it to rosier hues.]
...Right.
[So dutifully he plays fetch, collecting the left by the elevator and the right by the running boards, then bringing them back to Prior like the bashful lapdog he's become. He crouches with heels in hand, still clueless with what to do with them. Still very, very sorry.]
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He gapes a moment, then claps his mouth shut. The flush hadn't abated, and the fresh shame brings it to rosier hues.]
...Right.
[So dutifully he plays fetch, collecting the left by the elevator and the right by the running boards, then bringing them back to Prior like the bashful lapdog he's become. He crouches with heels in hand, still clueless with what to do with them. Still very, very sorry.]