[Finally, sweet victory. Sort of. Hazel has the decency (if it can be called that) to look surprised, like he just had so much fun he lost track of the time.]
Oh— sure, sure. Are ya headin' out? I'll walk ya to the door.
[He's already getting up, but not in an eager way.]
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Oh— sure, sure. Are ya headin' out? I'll walk ya to the door.
[He's already getting up, but not in an eager way.]