[the slow creeping flush is back] What? --I... [embarrassment is something he has in spades, quietly] Yes, well. I'll--take care of it. [SOMEHOW. He starts shuffling towards the living room again and shrugging at his coat uncertainly, before stopping. If he were the type to burst into helpless overload fluid leakage from his optics THAT'S WHAT HE'D BE DOING. But since he's not he just kind of stops and puts a hand to his temple. Baby's first headache.]
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