[He straightens away from the door once he hears her turning the handle and tries to pretend he wasn't leaning against it.]
Don't worry about it. [automatic. he notices that she looks like she's been crying, but pretends he hasn't.]
Ah--a real one, they could. But a fake one... [pause, his eyes drift away, he rubs his right elbow as he considers.] I can figure something out, I think.
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Don't worry about it. [automatic. he notices that she looks like she's been crying, but pretends he hasn't.]
Ah--a real one, they could. But a fake one... [pause, his eyes drift away, he rubs his right elbow as he considers.] I can figure something out, I think.