He insinuates himself into the seat opposite her. He runs a finger along the rough, darkened wood surface of the table, digging a nail into the grain. The handiwork is clean and solid despite the rough-edged appearance of the place.
He regards her neutrally, noting her frayed edges, the fringes of her quiet anxiety. "I hardly blame you for the transition."
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He insinuates himself into the seat opposite her. He runs a finger along the rough, darkened wood surface of the table, digging a nail into the grain. The handiwork is clean and solid despite the rough-edged appearance of the place.
He regards her neutrally, noting her frayed edges, the fringes of her quiet anxiety. "I hardly blame you for the transition."