["Otherwise". Still worrying about me when you're like this. The hand stops preening for a moment, lifting just high enough to still be nearby without the other picking up on his constant spasms. What an in-character thing for you to do. Back to preening, looking away to the stack of books now located on the ground. Don't even have to ask what they're about...]
I'm sorry. I just lose track of time so easily... [Nowadays, at least. It's easy to lose awareness of something when it no longer affects you.]
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I'm sorry. I just lose track of time so easily... [Nowadays, at least. It's easy to lose awareness of something when it no longer affects you.]