[He can practically feel the depth of that anguish radiating off that single word. He feels that heartache mirrored now in his own chest, and it takes a moment to recompose. A subject change away from such vulnerability is best.]
Your new work space. Has it grown any skylights in my absence?
[AKA did you blow anything up while he was "gone?"]
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Your new work space. Has it grown any skylights in my absence?
[AKA did you blow anything up while he was "gone?"]