[L startles slightly at Shōyō’s touch; he seems to ask with his eyes if it's OK, before weighing his options, leaning just a little bit closer, like someone who is freezing but afraid of getting burned by an open fire, poor at gauging the objective level of heat pouring off the pile of logs and tinder.]
You sound so invested. It matters to you that much that I like my job?
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You sound so invested. It matters to you that much that I like my job?