[...Rogue. Why do you do these things to him. Such joy over some coffee. It's such a slip from the usual guarded attitude they keep up around one another that he ends up forcing back a smile of his own. Can't be doing that. He doubts either one of them would much know what to do about it.]
Such a pretty smile, chere. [He means it. He really does. Which is why he is not making eye contact as he says it.]
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Such a pretty smile, chere. [He means it. He really does. Which is why he is not making eye contact as he says it.]
...They oughta keep more of dat coffee around.