[Keats takes off his glasses, rubbing at his eyes with an exasperated expression, like he just wants this conversation to be over and done with already. God, it feels like he's talking with some overbearing family member or something.]
Yes, yes, of course I will. [A sigh.] If I wanted to break his heart, I would've done so ten times already. I'm in it for the long haul, sad to say.
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[Sans doesn't need to say that twice.]
[Keats takes off his glasses, rubbing at his eyes with an exasperated expression, like he just wants this conversation to be over and done with already. God, it feels like he's talking with some overbearing family member or something.]
Yes, yes, of course I will. [A sigh.] If I wanted to break his heart, I would've done so ten times already. I'm in it for the long haul, sad to say.