I know, Michael. [An apologetic look.] I'm sorry. You don't know how much these favors mean to me.
[She tears up again and hurries to wipe it away, embarrassed- it's weirdly exposing to get emotional in front of an angel. Something about their stoicism and slowness to honest empathy is like throwing yourself raw and vulnerable onto sharp rocks.]
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[She tears up again and hurries to wipe it away, embarrassed- it's weirdly exposing to get emotional in front of an angel. Something about their stoicism and slowness to honest empathy is like throwing yourself raw and vulnerable onto sharp rocks.]