He felt an unfamiliar surge of panic at the idea of having Anya leave so soon. He glanced down at the little girl and then frowned.
Yes, he knew that it upset her when he said things like that - but he was sure that many things he did upset her, and she'd stayed with him through those. Now he had apparently done something to make things bad enough that Ophelia had left, which was one of the most confusing elements of this little problem he was having.
"You know that I'm certainly not a conversationalist," he said after a moment, bringing a hand up to mirror her action by pinching his own nose. He was tired, and even this brief interaction was problematic. But he'd be fine, he just needed a little more time to himself.
"Unless you would like to talk about the weather, of course."
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