[It's a struggle, because really he'd like to leave and go soothe his wounded pride and also freak out a little about someone knowing his occupation without him realizing, but eventually, he accedes.]
...Fine.
[He stops clinging to his scarf and slinks over, still wearing his grouchy face.]
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...Fine.
[He stops clinging to his scarf and slinks over, still wearing his grouchy face.]