He didn't have much of a choice but to sit. It made him a little nervous, though he realized he shouldn't be. This was ridiculous, plain and simple. Things were settled. At least as far as it went. The rest... he just didn't want to talk about. At all. Or think about. It was too weird.
"I'd hope that I wouldn't have to worry about biting," he muttered, resting his face in his hands again.
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"I'd hope that I wouldn't have to worry about biting," he muttered, resting his face in his hands again.