[That's the idea, he thinks irritably, but Petre knows that. This whole thing is getting catty and childish. He sighs, rolling onto his back, and pulls his shoulders up to his ears for a moment before letting them drop. His whole body feels like it's knotted up since walking in here and seeing Petre, coiled for a strike he won't make.]
I'll talk, just not about that. Find something else.
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I'll talk, just not about that. Find something else.