[ She at least spares him a glance over her shoulder now. But when she looks at his face, her expression scrunches up awkwardly, mingled shame and anger overtaking everything else until she's forced to look away from him again. ]
I... Think I'd like to. [ She says after a moment, with some effort. ] Talk about that, I mean.
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I... Think I'd like to. [ She says after a moment, with some effort. ] Talk about that, I mean.