[She only looks a fraction Georgia Mason at the moment, it's true. Straightening her shoulders and tightening her chin and looking all the world like how she tries to come across; untouched and untouchable, even if he could tell her different. It's the little tells that derail it, but maybe that's because he knows enough to look for them.]
[She'd rather be alone. She's not in any danger for herself, and...]
[Fuck. He's not any good at this anyway.]
Okay.
[He won't protest. He can...he'll leave her to it.]
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[She'd rather be alone. She's not in any danger for herself, and...]
[Fuck. He's not any good at this anyway.]
Okay.
[He won't protest. He can...he'll leave her to it.]
[He's good at that.]