[There's a pen in his hand, black tip resting on a piece of paper, forgotten until now. That's right -- he was writing something. Kathleen's distraction and Crane's concern took his mind away from it and he almost says he's sorry, but the reminder that his constant apologies are a habit he really needs to give up is enough to stop him this time.
He waves the paper, held between his index and thumb. The beginning of a grocery list and an adequate escape from what he really meant.]
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He waves the paper, held between his index and thumb. The beginning of a grocery list and an adequate escape from what he really meant.]
--do you need anything?