[He dramatically and solemnly puts down his spoon mid-custard and looks at her with a bleak expression, the expression of the damned.]
Listen. [...oh thank the gods there's a second slice of emergency cake coming. ... If he was a slightly different man this would be the point in which he'd tear up a little.
He doesn't.
But in the bleak empty howling abyss that is his soul he's a little bit touched.]
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Listen. [...oh thank the gods there's a second slice of emergency cake coming. ... If he was a slightly different man this would be the point in which he'd tear up a little.
He doesn't.
But in the bleak empty howling abyss that is his soul he's a little bit touched.]
There were sheep and rain.