[He settles into a tired frown, the expression awash with..., something, it's hard to say exactly what. Melancholy, of some sort, but he's smiling anyway.]
Yeah. Sounds good. [He has a stray thought to offer to cook, but..., He can't really actually bring it up-- he doesn't know if he'll have the energy or wherewithal to cook immediately.]
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Yeah. Sounds good. [He has a stray thought to offer to cook, but..., He can't really actually bring it up-- he doesn't know if he'll have the energy or wherewithal to cook immediately.]