[ The return bump makes his own smile widen, before he blinks gently, his brow furrowing. ]
I don't brood.
[ A pause as he contemplates, looking all the world like he's brooding, his arms going across his chest. Which he catches himself doing, his expression smoothing. ]
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I don't brood.
[ A pause as he contemplates, looking all the world like he's brooding, his arms going across his chest. Which he catches himself doing, his expression smoothing. ]
It's not brooding.