pc catchall for shess (nonbelligerent)

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[...]

She was.

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[If he lets her, she’ll put a hand on his shoulder.]

I’m sorry, Shess.

[nonbelligerent]

[he lets her, though he glances at her hand a little like he doesn't know what to do with it.]

Thank you.

[as much as shess would rather not dwell on feelings, making it easy to throw himself into business or handle others' grief... it's sweet to have one person, at least, acknowledge that he's upset.]

[foodbin]

[She gives his shoulder a small squeeze.]

If you need anything, let me know.

[nonbelligerent]

Okay.

[he probably won't but it's fine.]

[foodbin]

Do you want to talk about it...? Other than - having seen it coming.

[nonbelligerent]

What is there to say?

[foodbin]

How you're feeling, for starters.

[nonbelligerent]

Sad, of course. But I'll do what needs to be done.

[foodbin]

...I know you will. Talking about it doesn't mean that you won't do that. Anybody who knows you can tell that.

[nonbelligerent]

Glad to know I've developed that reputation.

[foodbin]

[After a moment:]

Did I say something wrong?

[nonbelligerent]

No? I was being sincere.

[foodbin]

...Okay.

[She sighs.]

I'm not going to push anymore, but - keep in mind that having a reputation for trying your hardest doesn't mean you can't take a second for yourself sometimes.