[No need for commands, that smile falls away soon enough. Not having many friends, goodness, who else here can relate to that. Will Graham, empathizing with poor ol' Fred before he twists his lips, sports a look of tasting his reply. Mulling over what to say and how to say it before he spits. Poison, sweetness, something in the middle? Honesty is usually so bittersweet among them all, anyway.]
I'd like to think so, but I can't make that decision for you. [Especially since he doesn't know all the details about why he's in the dog house. But it's okay. He's used to being there. He's made it cozy by now, has a little heater and everything.] Do you want to be able to trust me again?
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I'd like to think so, but I can't make that decision for you. [Especially since he doesn't know all the details about why he's in the dog house. But it's okay. He's used to being there. He's made it cozy by now, has a little heater and everything.] Do you want to be able to trust me again?