[She smiles up at him, nearly a breathed laugh if it weren't so hoarse, and roll her eye like it's an old habit. Maybe she doesn't have to tell him everything yet.]
You're telling me about clothes when you look like this. Come on, I bet you haven't even looked at it yourself.
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You're telling me about clothes when you look like this. Come on, I bet you haven't even looked at it yourself.
[With a gentle tug, she'll pull at his hand.]