[God, he is so irritating. Those little dismissive hand gestures make him want to backhand Petre hard enough to send him sailing, but he's already started the clock on his good behaviour. If he's getting out (if they're getting out, ugh), he has to put up with this.]
Keep up the good work and I'll stay. {Reluctantly, he stretches out again, head just pillowed on the grass this time. His eyes follow the rustling leaves, never still, reflecting his continued agitation.]
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[He's not standing, though, now just sitting with his bent knees pulled up to his chest.]
I usually sit out here alone. [It's weird having you here.]
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Then just pretend you're alone right now. I was doing so well at shutting up.
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Keep up the good work and I'll stay. {Reluctantly, he stretches out again, head just pillowed on the grass this time. His eyes follow the rustling leaves, never still, reflecting his continued agitation.]