Half-expecting her to attempt tangling him up in another politely-worded answer, he's mildly surprised when the tone between them remains light. Though that knot dully aching in his gut is nowhere close to dissolving.
"Maybe." A bob of his shoulders. "Well..." He jerks his thumb back towards the doors of the restaurant, "...Least the food in there looks better. Probably."
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"Maybe." A bob of his shoulders. "Well..." He jerks his thumb back towards the doors of the restaurant, "...Least the food in there looks better. Probably."