[As he watches in silence, he can't help but remember how Marco had told him that he was good at judging any situation accurately, that he would always know exactly what to do. He's wondering where the hell that skill is right now.]
I can...get you something to write on... [The way he says it almost makes it sound like a question. It is rare for him to sound so uncertain, but it's hard to hammer out blunted matter-of-fact words when inside he's feeling anything but.]
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I can...get you something to write on... [The way he says it almost makes it sound like a question. It is rare for him to sound so uncertain, but it's hard to hammer out blunted matter-of-fact words when inside he's feeling anything but.]