[Tek feels just about as validated as he can possibly stand, before his host has the good sense to offer him a way out.
he straightens up and clasps his hands together on the table, metaphorically shaking himself loose from whatever old mire he'd dipped his feet into, and continues forward with a much lighter smile. he's grateful for the moment of rumination, and just as grateful for the escape from it.]
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he straightens up and clasps his hands together on the table, metaphorically shaking himself loose from whatever old mire he'd dipped his feet into, and continues forward with a much lighter smile. he's grateful for the moment of rumination, and just as grateful for the escape from it.]
Yes, please.