His expression remains frozen, glancing down at the mint plant... he quietly places it next to the other pot.]
I see. [he's still smiling, but it's strained, like he's peeling back old bandages on a still-raw wound. grinning through the pain, angry that it still hasn't healed...]
You can drop the act. It's rude to talk about someone like they're not there, you know.
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His expression remains frozen, glancing down at the mint plant... he quietly places it next to the other pot.]
I see. [he's still smiling, but it's strained, like he's peeling back old bandages on a still-raw wound. grinning through the pain, angry that it still hasn't healed...]
You can drop the act. It's rude to talk about someone like they're not there, you know.