[That isn't exactly what he expected to hear. Turning, he examines the deflated cephalon with quite the amount of regret because he hadn't meant to be that harsh. Truthful, yes. Harsh...he needed to fix this.]
It's fine. [Closing the distance once more, he places a gentle hand on his shoulder.] How can I help?
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It's fine. [Closing the distance once more, he places a gentle hand on his shoulder.] How can I help?