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              _{— Fuck.}

   _{She doesn’t want to met his brother.
   She doesn’t want to met his family.} 

    _“Oh.”

         _{Her grasp doesn’t withdrawal; she’s still going to touch him. That’s her thing; physical contact. It’s the best way she can express what she feels inside.} 

     _{“Don’t excuse Ward. Ward rocks,” he retorts in a dry mutter, confused by the tension.}

     _{“Hey, um, I’m going to talk to her alone for a second.” Jude nods off his brother, ignoring his yeah, cool, have fun, and stands up, turning to Low.}

     _“Sorry.”