Well, aren’t we plush. An elevator and storage rooms. Why, I never.
[Dan imbues his ragged, awful voice with enough warmth that he hopes the comment comes across as fond and familiar, not mocking. He doesn’t have any mockery in him.
He makes it easy for Branch to avoid his eyes by starting to hem the cardigan where Branch cut it. It’s a small enough garment that it’ll be easier to do by hand than fight with a sewing machine, and Dan did always love a hand stitch.]
Sounds like you built yours yourself.
[A pause. He reflects on how Branch used the present tense.]
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[Dan imbues his ragged, awful voice with enough warmth that he hopes the comment comes across as fond and familiar, not mocking. He doesn’t have any mockery in him.
He makes it easy for Branch to avoid his eyes by starting to hem the cardigan where Branch cut it. It’s a small enough garment that it’ll be easier to do by hand than fight with a sewing machine, and Dan did always love a hand stitch.]
Sounds like you built yours yourself.
[A pause. He reflects on how Branch used the present tense.]
Do you miss it?