No, Mal, I really don't mind. [He knows it's probably cross a line somewhere, but he doesn't stop to care, placing both hands against her face, thumbs carefully wiping away what's left of the tears.] I never did like to see an angel cry, it's heart-breaking.
[He gestures to the cooling food scattered over the coffee table, the bottle of wine.] Have you eaten?
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[He gestures to the cooling food scattered over the coffee table, the bottle of wine.] Have you eaten?