[When she kisses his cheek, he starts, subtly, and the part of his face that isn't glass takes on a slight blush.]
I... [(he inhales, exhales)]... you're welcome. [His demeanor brightens considerably before he continues,] It's forgotten.
[It's not, but he didn't take particular offense to begin with. If he hadn't found Clara in a corner crying, he wouldn't have drawn the conclusion that a delicate approach was called for.]
Does it really look that bad?
[He doesn't care how it looks, as long as the proverbial children aren't screaming and running from him.]
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I... [(he inhales, exhales)]... you're welcome. [His demeanor brightens considerably before he continues,] It's forgotten.
[It's not, but he didn't take particular offense to begin with. If he hadn't found Clara in a corner crying, he wouldn't have drawn the conclusion that a delicate approach was called for.]
Does it really look that bad?
[He doesn't care how it looks, as long as the proverbial children aren't screaming and running from him.]