[Jeff is in a pretty similar boat. He glances back over his shoulder too, more curious than looking for anyone or anything in particular, before he nods and flexes his hands a little stiffly in his pockets.]
Yeah. I missed you, too.
[There's a quiet sort of weight in his words.]
I mean - I was glad you were gone. That you weren't-
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Yeah. I missed you, too.
[There's a quiet sort of weight in his words.]
I mean - I was glad you were gone. That you weren't-
But I missed you. At the fire.