[ Jaime waits. He's bracing himself, though he doesn't know for what. He knows Tadashi well, but it's been so long and Jaime's so different now, and -- and he'd been effectively lying to him for months. Years. A long time. Too long, even. He gnaws at the inside of his lip - it's going to be sore and bloodied by the time this day is over, he knows it - looking straight ahead of him as though that makes any of this easier, his emotions doing painful yo-yos between Tadashi being here and this being one of the first, awkward conversations they get to have. ]
That's, um -- that. That was it. That was kind of the end of that sentence.
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[ Jaime waits. He's bracing himself, though he doesn't know for what. He knows Tadashi well, but it's been so long and Jaime's so different now, and -- and he'd been effectively lying to him for months. Years. A long time. Too long, even. He gnaws at the inside of his lip - it's going to be sore and bloodied by the time this day is over, he knows it - looking straight ahead of him as though that makes any of this easier, his emotions doing painful yo-yos between Tadashi being here and this being one of the first, awkward conversations they get to have. ]
That's, um -- that. That was it. That was kind of the end of that sentence.
[ Is that... okay? ]