Moving forward, finally, he pushes his hair back and drops to sit on the floor, in front of her. He reaches out, scratching his hand over Koroleva's head. He talks carefully, keeping his temper in check. It's on a knife edge. ]
They haven't told us who did it. They haven't said anything. It wasn't my happiest morning.
[ The sharpness only comes into his tone at that last, and even then he swallows it back. ]
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[ He says it gently, tiredly.
Moving forward, finally, he pushes his hair back and drops to sit on the floor, in front of her. He reaches out, scratching his hand over Koroleva's head. He talks carefully, keeping his temper in check. It's on a knife edge. ]
They haven't told us who did it. They haven't said anything. It wasn't my happiest morning.
[ The sharpness only comes into his tone at that last, and even then he swallows it back. ]