“you’re distracted.” he noted quietly across the table. she had come to his dorm with books in her arms, eyebrows knitted with frustration. and he knew that look. that was the look she gave when things didn’t go as planned. when something fell through. henry. “did he miss another skype date or something? why are you so upset? it’s really distracting to see you display any sort of emotion.”
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