[Evan sighs, further tiredness creeping into his voice. Nalawi is an old enough frustration that the wound is not still raw, but he's gone and scratched the itch to bitch about it some more and it's all tumbling forth again. ]
I hope you're right about that.
Forgive me, but did I ever catch your name? [He doesn't think he has, but the nicety seems like a good endcap to a conversation that he's ready to gracefully bow out from. The squidges are squirming again, his and another that he's babysitting, and more than that, he's weary.]
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[Evan sighs, further tiredness creeping into his voice. Nalawi is an old enough frustration that the wound is not still raw, but he's gone and scratched the itch to bitch about it some more and it's all tumbling forth again. ]
I hope you're right about that.
Forgive me, but did I ever catch your name? [He doesn't think he has, but the nicety seems like a good endcap to a conversation that he's ready to gracefully bow out from. The squidges are squirming again, his and another that he's babysitting, and more than that, he's weary.]