* …I understand.
* Thank you for the offer.
* …* …You’re too kind to me.
* [He sighs, and stands, rubbing his cheek tenderly. Ow.
Null has already started to lumber over on all fours, and the big fluffy fragment sits by his side like a ridiculously oversized dog.]
* …Is there anything else?
* No, that was it.
* [He glances over to Null – giving a little wave – but his gaze shifts back to Eight, after a moment.]
* You can leave. Just stay quiet going through the living room. I’ll trust you to make your way out yourself.
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