She? Oh, Merlin. Are you and your nice arse seeing her later?
[He turns away, finally, to get cups out of the cupboard, to go and find the tea tin. There's loads more to say, loads more that he wants to say, but for now, he leaves it. His sole concession is the compulsive way as he chews at the inside of his cheek as he gets out a spoon.]
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[He turns away, finally, to get cups out of the cupboard, to go and find the tea tin. There's loads more to say, loads more that he wants to say, but for now, he leaves it. His sole concession is the compulsive way as he chews at the inside of his cheek as he gets out a spoon.]