[He isn't sure how he feels about it still, even though he's trying to muster up something... anything. Just not responding won't do. His hands clench into fists by his sides.]
I -- see... [A small pause and then he forces a smile. He can't show her that face. He can't let on how unhappy he is or what he's become -- she wouldn't want that.] It's -- good to see you, Euphie.
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I -- see... [A small pause and then he forces a smile. He can't show her that face. He can't let on how unhappy he is or what he's become -- she wouldn't want that.] It's -- good to see you, Euphie.