[He musters a little puff of a laugh for her. His entire life has been a study in the art of facade, convincing the world that by all outward appearances he is completely put together, unflappable, untouchable, while on the inside he is in varying states of wreckage. But here he is flung from everything familiar and jarred badly enough that he cannot pull together his usual defense, at least not well enough to hide where the cracks run through.]
You don't need to add the mister. Unless you want me calling you Miss Maya.
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You don't need to add the mister. Unless you want me calling you Miss Maya.