[Less than a minute later he's there, giving the briefest knocks and then slipping inside, shutting the door behind him. He lingers at the doorway for a second, squinting over to the bed.]
... Sorry 'bout that.
[He knows all too well what it's like being that third wheel of a shouting match. Bu with apologies out the way he's slinking to the bed to perch on the edge of it.]
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... Sorry 'bout that.
[He knows all too well what it's like being that third wheel of a shouting match. Bu with apologies out the way he's slinking to the bed to perch on the edge of it.]