[She doesn't know how to say that it's her name that makes her heart flip-flop in her chest, more than the endearment does. She can feel her resolve straining, straining to breaking point...]
[She all but pushes him towards the door.]
We... we'll talk about it in a few days, aye? [When we've had time to get our heads in order.]
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[She all but pushes him towards the door.]
We... we'll talk about it in a few days, aye? [When we've had time to get our heads in order.]