(Hmmm, he doesn't like this. He doesn't like it when things are foggy and heavy like this. It puts a bit of a damper on his own mood but not enough that he can't push back,)
Who's judging?
(He'll come over to push open the door and lean against the doorway, arms folded in front of him and absolutely smug,)
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Who's judging?
(He'll come over to push open the door and lean against the doorway, arms folded in front of him and absolutely smug,)
What would you say if I said I trusted you?