I mean, yeah, little bullshit things. Kinda chilly today. Ugh, I hate ravioli night. Off to work out. Things like that.
[He's quiet for a moment, tapering off like he might've said more and just opted out. Papers rustling, the chair he's sitting in creaking, the heavy thump of his workboots being propped up on his desk.
He desperately wants to reset his mood and this conversation, so he sounds a bit more neutral when he tries again.]
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I mean, yeah, little bullshit things. Kinda chilly today. Ugh, I hate ravioli night. Off to work out. Things like that.
[He's quiet for a moment, tapering off like he might've said more and just opted out. Papers rustling, the chair he's sitting in creaking, the heavy thump of his workboots being propped up on his desk.
He desperately wants to reset his mood and this conversation, so he sounds a bit more neutral when he tries again.]
You and me haven't, either. How's things?