PetsittingIt struck him not for the first time how
young she seemed, and the realization that she was older than America was startling.
It was this impression of childishness, and Fiona's voice in his head telling him to
be kind, sir, be kind to her for once, that made him resist the urge to sneer or make some derisive comment or bark a dry little laugh at her. Instead, after a moment's hesitation where he considered all these courses of action, he sighed, and he tucked the offering into the inside pocket of his coat.
"Theatrics," he accused her, but there wasn't any venom in it. He seemed a lot more tired now than he had when he'd shown up minutes before. "Watching too many Disney movies."
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