[He stops for a moment, and lets go of her hand, crouching a little. There is a quick motion of his hand as he urges her to climb onto his back. He's yet to carry her around, and he plans to do it now.]
For one... I suppose I have a confession that isn't a confession at all. But it sure feels like one. Could be the setting. Could be that, not going to scratch that out.
can you prepare yourself for the saps
[He stops for a moment, and lets go of her hand, crouching a little. There is a quick motion of his hand as he urges her to climb onto his back. He's yet to carry her around, and he plans to do it now.]
For one... I suppose I have a confession that isn't a confession at all. But it sure feels like one. Could be the setting. Could be that, not going to scratch that out.