[He almost grabs her hand before it leaves his arm. Almost. He hated letting people down, now more than ever. Davesprite sits up a little straighter, trying to figure out how to recover the conversation from the awkward direction it had gone in.]
I'm not looking to make this place my graveyard.
[He didn't know how much it helped or even if he sounded sincere, but he meant it.][He folds his arms uncomfortably and leans against the table.]
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I'm not looking to make this place my graveyard.
[He didn't know how much it helped or even if he sounded sincere, but he meant it.][He folds his arms uncomfortably and leans against the table.]