[She lets him withdraw without a word or fuss--in a way, it's easier to talk to him like this. But she does wonder--was it petting him, or was it what she said that made him pull away? Both? Even though he's talked a bit, he was still so closed off. In the end, had they taken a step back?]
It ain't often you admit I'm right.
[Her hands drop to her sides. Even now, he wasn't looking at her.]
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It ain't often you admit I'm right.
[Her hands drop to her sides. Even now, he wasn't looking at her.]