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At the soirée, I mean. Not that I blame you, of course, but.
I suppose I’m just asking to...
[To what, see if he’s brooding? Sulking? Sad?
No, it’s too uncomfortable, that. He won’t wade so far into stupidity.]
Well. Just asking.
[And besides, he can’t exactly check on Gwen either, now that she’s clearly pulled back.]