[turning at the sound of her voice, he only gets a brief moment to decide what to drop- his pile of clothes. not risking the jar of wax -before she's there. Still, it's a one-armed hug he offers in return, and far briefer than he thinks she'd want. But what can he say? Hugging just really isn't his thing.]
Guess there really is no way out of this shithole. [well, not for long.]
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Guess there really is no way out of this shithole. [well, not for long.]