[ His droop is visible. The stiffness goes out of his spine, the rigidity out of his shoulders, the alertness into his face. He might as well be a flower with the way he's wrecked and bruised by that frost. He looks away, not meeting her eye. Inwardly, he thinks: so they're still in contact, are they...? ]
Yes. I did. I...was hoping you wouldn't hear of that. I'm terribly ashamed.
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[ His droop is visible. The stiffness goes out of his spine, the rigidity out of his shoulders, the alertness into his face. He might as well be a flower with the way he's wrecked and bruised by that frost. He looks away, not meeting her eye. Inwardly, he thinks: so they're still in contact, are they...? ]
Yes. I did. I...was hoping you wouldn't hear of that. I'm terribly ashamed.