No, uh... nothing like that. [ There's that sharp little twinge of guilt again, for setting her on edge. But when she moves he takes it as an invitation and hops inside, shaking the chill off when the warmer air of the room hits his skin. ]
I was just, uh- [ In the neighborhood? Lonely?
Instead he reaches into his belt and comes out with a few yellow, picked flowers. They're a little crumpled, but new and fresh. ]
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I was just, uh- [ In the neighborhood? Lonely?
Instead he reaches into his belt and comes out with a few yellow, picked flowers. They're a little crumpled, but new and fresh. ]
-I solved the mystery.