Deckard: *tense – not pulling away but not…used to be comforted, has always just dealt with whatever is bothering him on his own . . . won't meet Terris's eyes* It's . . . I don’t know that I can explain.
Duke: *obediently scoots closer, studying Deckard* We lost someone close to us very recently. Especially close to Deckard.
Deckard: */stiffens/, suddenly fighting another wave of GRIEF* Y-yuuta…
Duke: …………..we've just…not had a chance to really process it yet. *obviously grieving as well, though his attention – and concern – are on Deckard*
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