[He looks at her, and there's a brief conflicted expression as if he wants to say something, but he holds it and just nods before walking to her with their brunch, lunch, whatever this will end up being in his hands. Yet once he reaches her, he again feels as if he needs to say something, but what? They're both going to end up being a mess again.]
...Let's go.
[In the end he just finds her hand to take it and lead them out, the usually warm air a brisk chill instead.]
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...Let's go.
[In the end he just finds her hand to take it and lead them out, the usually warm air a brisk chill instead.]