I see... [A quiet, thoughtful murmur, reaching for the tea absently. Fingers curled and pain shot through his arm and he retracted it, having temporarily forgotten the handicap. Maybe neither of them had been as prepared as they liked. He reached for his tea again with his working hand and held it steadily, choosing not to bother with sugar to avoid the extra hassle]
So you're going on a feeling. [Not much to go on, but they didn't have that to begin with so anything was something] What did he say about it?
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So you're going on a feeling. [Not much to go on, but they didn't have that to begin with so anything was something] What did he say about it?