[Even if it's not pained, Paul's face falls at once into a conciliatory regret. He releases the pressure and smooths the pad of his thumb over the faint, fading indentation, only modestly distracted by the discovery of the extraordinarily fine down he finds there.]
I'm sorry. I should be nice to you, shouldn't I?
[Even if he points out when Paul looks ridiculous, or teases about how long he's in the shower thinking about philosophy. Especially because of that.]
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I'm sorry. I should be nice to you, shouldn't I?
[Even if he points out when Paul looks ridiculous, or teases about how long he's in the shower thinking about philosophy. Especially because of that.]
I should be fun. You like it when I'm fun.