. . . Well, his voice is gentle and kind enough. Max answers by slowly sitting down next to him, watching the way her light catches his glasses. She's quiet, studying over his setup, the fishing rod in particular.]
Yeah. [She nods quietly, attention wandering from his face to the blackened water.] Doesn't look like you've had much luck.
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. . . Well, his voice is gentle and kind enough. Max answers by slowly sitting down next to him, watching the way her light catches his glasses. She's quiet, studying over his setup, the fishing rod in particular.]
Yeah. [She nods quietly, attention wandering from his face to the blackened water.] Doesn't look like you've had much luck.