[Everyone dies— everyone dies and slips through his fingers and he can't even talk about it. Or think about it, most of the time, since he forces himself not to; even now, he's just looking at Jae-Ha and wondering what the big deal is about what a no-fun miser he is on his own.
Like, besides the obvious no-fun miser parts. He's fine.]
You're sweet. I'll see what I can do, promise. [He probably doesn't deserve this, but now that he has it, he's not just going to let go. That said,] What's wrong?
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Like, besides the obvious no-fun miser parts. He's fine.]
You're sweet. I'll see what I can do, promise. [He probably doesn't deserve this, but now that he has it, he's not just going to let go. That said,] What's wrong?
[Come on... talk 2 him]