[ Red takes the handkerchief silently but holds it--and fortunately not ruining it--without dabbing it against himself, his attention and concern elsewhere than the wet patch on his clothing. It was on Lu Meng, listening to him, knowing that what he was saying was sincere but being unable to really let it in.
And it wasn't the man's fault. Right then, Red couldn't think of any conversation from before, only a growing want to leave growing in him that was ready to animate his feet if he didn't get to it.
He at least musters a nod before he turns, a wordless thank you to Lu Meng before he's hurrying off with the handkerchief still clutched tightly in his hand. ]
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And it wasn't the man's fault. Right then, Red couldn't think of any conversation from before, only a growing want to leave growing in him that was ready to animate his feet if he didn't get to it.
He at least musters a nod before he turns, a wordless thank you to Lu Meng before he's hurrying off with the handkerchief still clutched tightly in his hand. ]