[ heine has a better-than-average bullshit detector, so he recognizes that don is skirting around the truth. it's in the way she won't quite meet his eyes, not to mention the prevarication—an "um, sort of, i guess" from a girl who normally stands to make declarative speeches about things does ring a little false. ]
It's okay, you don't have to tell me. [ he's not bothered by it, but she doesn't have to lie.
heine lifts an m&m like he's offering to toss it at her. this in exchange for saying out loud that he's glad she's back, both because he's sort of allergic to expressions of care and also because that's a fucked-up thing to be glad for and he knows it. ]
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It's okay, you don't have to tell me. [ he's not bothered by it, but she doesn't have to lie.
heine lifts an m&m like he's offering to toss it at her. this in exchange for saying out loud that he's glad she's back, both because he's sort of allergic to expressions of care and also because that's a fucked-up thing to be glad for and he knows it. ]