Now it's his turn: "No," he says shortly, but then, since Nathaniel was trying to be helpful rather than a pain, he adds, "Thank you. If I do later I'll let you know."
He sits back down, finally, in a tense way, perched on the edge of the chair. He's never been good at sitting down.
"I'm glad you were with him." Jonas. It's a bit like a first crush—however it ends, there's really no getting fully over it. He pushes a book aside aimlessly to see what's beneath it, just to move his hands. "That's the best end we can get."
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He sits back down, finally, in a tense way, perched on the edge of the chair. He's never been good at sitting down.
"I'm glad you were with him." Jonas. It's a bit like a first crush—however it ends, there's really no getting fully over it. He pushes a book aside aimlessly to see what's beneath it, just to move his hands. "That's the best end we can get."