[With a flick, his eyes lift to glance at her, deep and rusty red, almost brown. He looks as if he wants to say something, but changes his mind. She's stubborn, and he's familiar with stubborn women. Arguing isn't in his nature, so he relents.
The only way she'd understand this kind of morose demeanor would be if she had lived his life--perhaps. He can understand that.]
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The only way she'd understand this kind of morose demeanor would be if she had lived his life--perhaps. He can understand that.]
Alright.