[that makes him think of the baskervilles, and the gnarled mess that is his own understanding of them. outcasts, made villains by the other great houses and whispered about in the dark as monsters, when they're only people like anyone else. he isn't an outcast of any kind, himself, so he can only offer clumsy sympathy.
but at least he wouldn't have called her a hussy in the middle of town. there's that.]
Then it must have been worth it. [these words should ordinarily be accompanied by at least a smile, but uh, he isn't.]
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but at least he wouldn't have called her a hussy in the middle of town. there's that.]
Then it must have been worth it. [these words should ordinarily be accompanied by at least a smile, but uh, he isn't.]