[ What. What. He looks over at her, slightly wide-eyed, nothing out of the ordinary range should anyone else catch the look on his face - all they'll see is something saying that he vaguely doesn't want her to get up and leave and that's precisely what she's doing anyway. Surely that's something that can be empathized with from either side. But either way, he makes sure to lean over the table, trying to obscure his lap, both elbows resting near the edge of it this time as he manufactures a nonchalance he doesn't currently possess. ] Yeah, photo ops. Where would I go?
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