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He looked up at her, frownung slightly. "What do you mean?"
He quieted, smiling.
He followed, his hands folded in front of him.
He smiled, laughing slightly. "Wonderful."
He looked up at her, noticing her smile. Despite her familiarity, he would seem unfamiliar and distant.
"Biased."
Sam said nothing, his eyes watching the ground intensely.
"I'm just saying."
"Okay.. Thank you."
He whispered under his breath. "Biased."
He looked relieved. "Good."
"Then you're biased."
He nodded, folding his hands. "When are they going to fix the wings?"
He chuckled. "You're exagerating."
"So are yours."
He looked over at Briar, giving a slight shake of his head. "No thank you."
"I think you have told me once or twice before."
He nodded slowly, stepping in.
He chuckled, offering his hand. "Perfect."
Sam was there, strands of dark hair in his eyes before he brushed them away, barely meeting her gaze. "Hi. Sorry."
