[ His brow wrinkles as he settles back to sit on his heels, shaking his head slowly at her super helpful contributions to his cause. Evidently he's not bothered by the accusation, he's still more offended by the door than her speculation. ]
Nah, nothin' like that.
[ He mutters, brushing it off and feeling around his coat like an idea just popped into his head. When he doesn't seem to find what he's looking for, his eyes flick to her again. ]
Hey, you got a flashlight on you?
[ In other words, he's the worst person to smacktalk if you're looking for a fight, girlfriend. He doesn't take the bait. ]
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Nah, nothin' like that.
[ He mutters, brushing it off and feeling around his coat like an idea just popped into his head. When he doesn't seem to find what he's looking for, his eyes flick to her again. ]
Hey, you got a flashlight on you?
[ In other words, he's the worst person to smacktalk if you're looking for a fight, girlfriend. He doesn't take the bait. ]