[Lars almost sucks in a breath through his teeth when Sadie touches his wrist, and settles instead to tense. Lars holds eye contact with her for a moment, trying to think of what to say. Witheringly, he looks away.]
Yeah, well. We're different people.
[It's not that Sadie's doing anything wrong—Lars is just kind of guarded. Not wanting to snub Sadie, especially when he's honestly been feeling desperate inside for some iota of closeness to anyone, he puts his hand on hers—but he doesn't look at her. He gives her an affectionate, affirming little rub, and then puts that arm back around his bony legs.]
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Yeah, well. We're different people.
[It's not that Sadie's doing anything wrong—Lars is just kind of guarded. Not wanting to snub Sadie, especially when he's honestly been feeling desperate inside for some iota of closeness to anyone, he puts his hand on hers—but he doesn't look at her. He gives her an affectionate, affirming little rub, and then puts that arm back around his bony legs.]
You've just got a real good disposition.