[ The soft touch of her hand on his shoulder is almost enough to undo him, then and there. He feels something ache inside his chest that has nothing to do with the outcome of the fight. ]
It does. [ He looks down at his hands in his lap. ] It does for me.
[ After a moment he lets out a breath. Makes an effort. ] Whaddya bring?
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It does. [ He looks down at his hands in his lap. ] It does for me.
[ After a moment he lets out a breath. Makes an effort. ] Whaddya bring?