[He takes a steadying breath. There's still so much more he wants to share with her. So much happened, so much he needs to get off his chest. Idly, he pats his chest where a small, tied bundle is still secured against his person.]
[...It'll wait. It'll have to. For now, he needs to sack up. He needs to be the man she thinks he is.]
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[...It'll wait. It'll have to. For now, he needs to sack up. He needs to be the man she thinks he is.]
...Then...we should go check it out.