[jack presses his lips together, a little furrow forming between his eyebrows as he looks away. she's probably right; he's been chasing something that wants him to chase it, but has no intentions of being caught. he needs to collect himself.
he sighs and comes closer to where she is.]
I'm guessing you haven't met my twin, or you probably wouldn't be so kind to me.
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he sighs and comes closer to where she is.]
I'm guessing you haven't met my twin, or you probably wouldn't be so kind to me.