He glances down at his own mug. When next he speaks, his voice is soft and just a little melancholy.]
That's the thing about death, I suppose. [He looks up at her.] Sometimes you don't get the chance to say goodbye, and sometimes you just let it pass when you do get one, because you don't want to worry the people you love.
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He glances down at his own mug. When next he speaks, his voice is soft and just a little melancholy.]
That's the thing about death, I suppose. [He looks up at her.] Sometimes you don't get the chance to say goodbye, and sometimes you just let it pass when you do get one, because you don't want to worry the people you love.