[ It takes long enough that Harold has gone back to working on Shaw's private phone and starts to get lost in his work again, assuming John is exploring the boat and keeping himself occupied. He's not expecting such outright gratitude and he fumbles a tiny wiring connection before he sets his tools down. ]
Oh, for-- [ Harold huffs, feeling his face heat. Where is this coming from? They don't normally talk about this and Harold prefers it that way. It's mortifying, being recognized. ]
I assure you that it's mutual. [ He sounds stiff, caught off guard, but it's sincerely meant. ] Did you eat something apart from the chocolates? Where is this coming from?
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Oh, for-- [ Harold huffs, feeling his face heat. Where is this coming from? They don't normally talk about this and Harold prefers it that way. It's mortifying, being recognized. ]
I assure you that it's mutual. [ He sounds stiff, caught off guard, but it's sincerely meant. ] Did you eat something apart from the chocolates? Where is this coming from?