[ He gives a small nod. Please don't read any backlogs. Please don't read any backlogs. I'm giving myself a flag here, but oh my god, please... please, don't.
The sweat is back running down the back of his neck as he follows Berkut out the door. Turning, he brings his hands together to offer a small bow. ]
Thank you for allowing me to help you. [ Maybe? Your feelings towards me are getting better? Maybe? I don't think hate can be erased so easily, but thanks for at least seeing me as useful. He offers a small smile as he exits and pauses to stare at Buceph. Pointing to his eyes, he points to the horse. I got you. I got your back.
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The sweat is back running down the back of his neck as he follows Berkut out the door. Turning, he brings his hands together to offer a small bow. ]
Thank you for allowing me to help you. [ Maybe? Your feelings towards me are getting better? Maybe? I don't think hate can be erased so easily, but thanks for at least seeing me as useful. He offers a small smile as he exits and pauses to stare at Buceph. Pointing to his eyes, he points to the horse. I got you. I got your back.
Another small bow before he turns to leave. ]