[He feels like a coward. Back then, he had been so open with Roland, despite them only barely knowing each other. Now, it feels a little like walking on eggshells.]
[He glances towards the open door, before he moves to fold the photo carefully and put it in his inside pocket. Close to his heart.]
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[He feels like a coward. Back then, he had been so open with Roland, despite them only barely knowing each other. Now, it feels a little like walking on eggshells.]
[He glances towards the open door, before he moves to fold the photo carefully and put it in his inside pocket. Close to his heart.]
...What are you going to do with the gloves?