[ Hey, he's trying to be a little more respectful of personal space now that they've moved on from their fuck buddies era. But now that he's been let in, he's already heading towards one of Winter's cabinets and grabbing a bag of cinnamon crisps. Does Winter even like these?
And then he invites himself to flop onto the couch, feet propped up over the arm, cramming those crisps into his mouth. He came here to talk, and yet...
Here he is, not talking! He's great at this.
Oh, he does have one thing to say, after a moment: ]
β you need a new bag. These're getting kinda stale.
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And then he invites himself to flop onto the couch, feet propped up over the arm, cramming those crisps into his mouth. He came here to talk, and yet...
Here he is, not talking! He's great at this.
Oh, he does have one thing to say, after a moment: ]
β you need a new bag. These're getting kinda stale.