[Feeling awkward under both her thanks and her apology, he shifts his weight to favor one leg and his hand jerks up to rake through his hair at the back of his head out of reflexive need for something to do. There's something of a laugh here, contained to a single dry breath.]
You give me too much credit, you know. I'm just speaking my mind is all.
[He can't help but remember giving the same "advice" to Marco months ago, except it involved more raised tempers, raised voices, and raised fists.]
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You give me too much credit, you know. I'm just speaking my mind is all.
[He can't help but remember giving the same "advice" to Marco months ago, except it involved more raised tempers, raised voices, and raised fists.]