[The fondness in Ryan's smile always leaves him with a twisting ambivalence in his gut - aware that he's probably well on the road to hurting the living shit out of someone, but not ready to give up what they have to offer. Some part of him does want to be a decent person, if only it'd speak up more loudly.]
You don't have to do anything.
[That's cold, colder than he intended, and his inability to come up with any way to soften it just leads him to push the cart further down and grab another armful of books. Not a pretty picture, the whole scene.]
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You don't have to do anything.
[That's cold, colder than he intended, and his inability to come up with any way to soften it just leads him to push the cart further down and grab another armful of books. Not a pretty picture, the whole scene.]