He takes a while longer to watch the colors, finally looking over his shoulder at him. For a moment, there's a flash of appreciation, of - something akin to gentleness.
"Fortunate for us."
He walks to the center of the room, unbuttoning his sleeves and pushing them up.
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"Fortunate for us."
He walks to the center of the room, unbuttoning his sleeves and pushing them up.