[That stops Jayce's building frustration cold in it's tracks. He looks at Harold with a lasting wince, and then breaks eye contact, choosing instead a discolored plank of wood that makes up the floor to focus on. He forgets, sometimes, how strange his own perception of self can come across to others.]
Sorry.
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I should let you, uh. Keep unpacking. Got my answer, after all.
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Sorry.
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I should let you, uh. Keep unpacking. Got my answer, after all.