[The question had Oscar shifting in his pillows like a nervous little bird, especially with the detached yet warm tone of voice after the gentle tickle of energy that he had no idea how to define. Oscar's gaze dropped into his cup as he gratefully took a sip of his cocoa, and he sat in silence for a moment before venturing a reply.]
...Okay enough. Given who I met, things could be a lot worse.
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...Okay enough. Given who I met, things could be a lot worse.