She opens her mouth, fully prepared to counter the anticipated response - and then stops, frowning, brow furrowed as she just stares at him, and finally shuts up and nods.
"Yeah," she murmurs, looking down at her sweater. "Yeah, I've got - clothes. Upstairs."
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"Yeah," she murmurs, looking down at her sweater. "Yeah, I've got - clothes. Upstairs."