[ She finds some mugs for both of them quickly, but instead of pouring tea, she approaches Red and this time, she's the one touching her friend's arm, gentle and careful and trying to offer comfort. Wired all cynical, she says, while being upset about knowing about her friend's future and not being able to stop it. ]
I don't know, Red. I think you're wired kind. [ A little smile, her hand squeezing a little. ] But you can still claim to be cool, don't worry.
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I don't know, Red. I think you're wired kind. [ A little smile, her hand squeezing a little. ] But you can still claim to be cool, don't worry.