[His gaze darts down to a patch of carpet between his feet. No, he shouldn't play it off like that. He wouldn't want her saying the same thing to him - like he should just dig a hole for her and throw her in. She's not a dog or a fallen soldier or a- well. He doesn't know, to be honest. He doesn't know what she is to him. Only that she matters. She matters a heck of a lot.]
You don't want me here. [Well, no, she doesn't seem to mind him drinking her booze taking up space on her couch, but she knows what he's trying to tell her. Trouble tends to follow them both and she's got enough on her own to deal with without him dragging her down.] Anyway, you've got sleep. Work. Deadlines or... something. [Having never been an office drone he's not really sure how that works.]
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You don't want me here. [Well, no, she doesn't seem to mind him drinking her booze taking up space on her couch, but she knows what he's trying to tell her. Trouble tends to follow them both and she's got enough on her own to deal with without him dragging her down.] Anyway, you've got sleep. Work. Deadlines or... something. [Having never been an office drone he's not really sure how that works.]