[She waits, trying to be patient. Something feels strange about this. He never used to laugh so much, even if it's just half-chuckles right now. He never used to smile so much either. Or maybe he did, and she'd just never noticed. Either way, she takes a larger gulp of her drink, trying to make herself ignore it. She's just become too paranoid, that's all.
Her gaze lands on the screwdriver for a few seconds after he answers. Her fingers twitch on his arm.]
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Her gaze lands on the screwdriver for a few seconds after he answers. Her fingers twitch on his arm.]
If they left, would you?