[Blame his coworkers. Though now you get a blank stare. Staaaaaaaaaaaare.]
... All right.
[STAAAAAARE.]
...
[And using the hand you're still latching onto to poke a finger to your face and pull it into a half-smile. And still as linefaced and staring as ever. What have I told you about sadness not suiting you?]
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... All right.
[STAAAAAARE.]
...
[And using the hand you're still latching onto to poke a finger to your face and pull it into a half-smile. And still as linefaced and staring as ever. What have I told you about sadness not suiting you?]