[He gives a sigh, too lethargic to argue yet being worn out by the argument that rises up in his mind against such a waste. Slumped back in the chair, he looks at the ceiling, seeming to have abandoned the conversation completely for a stretch of passing seconds before glancing to the screen again.
It's frustrating, the fact that his mind is still working up an argument against such a waste of her time and sentiment when he doesn't, shouldn't care. Still exhausted, he smirks despite himself without a word.
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It's frustrating, the fact that his mind is still working up an argument against such a waste of her time and sentiment when he doesn't, shouldn't care. Still exhausted, he smirks despite himself without a word.
She is genuinely an unexpectedly good girl.]