[ It takes him a moment to parse that turn of phrase, and a laugh puffs out of him ]
Yeah. Suppose that can't hurt.
[ And it sounds like a resounding dismissal. He doesn't quite want to pull away just yet, but he isn't in a place to ask for more than is offered right now, so he does. He pulls himself up, taking a second to compose himself, rubbing his face and pushing his hair back ]
This place hasn't killed us yet. Or, wait. It has.
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Yeah. Suppose that can't hurt.
[ And it sounds like a resounding dismissal. He doesn't quite want to pull away just yet, but he isn't in a place to ask for more than is offered right now, so he does. He pulls himself up, taking a second to compose himself, rubbing his face and pushing his hair back ]
This place hasn't killed us yet. Or, wait. It has.