[Surely the cafe must be able to hear the racing of his pulse. Gil splutters and manages to nearly trip into the counter, a feat. How had Aether managed to see right through him?! He must think him to be awful.]
That’s…forgive me. You must have better things to do.
[He apologizes, but doesn’t deny it. The panic is setting in.]
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[Surely the cafe must be able to hear the racing of his pulse. Gil splutters and manages to nearly trip into the counter, a feat. How had Aether managed to see right through him?! He must think him to be awful.]
That’s…forgive me. You must have better things to do.
[He apologizes, but doesn’t deny it. The panic is setting in.]