[He looks at her for a moment before focusing on the road again. His shoulder slump. He'd had known it had been out of line. Of course she can't go. Won't go. Which means he won't go either. He has to stay here, just in case she needs him again.]
[There's a soft, sad sigh.] I know, poppet. I know. [He hasn't called her that since she was small. But he still adores her and he's still here for her.]
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