[Truth be told, he doesn't expect her to just come on over and drape herself all over him like she does. Maybe that's the wake-up call that he needs to realize how beaten down she feels about all of this. Petre doesn't even know how to describe his own feelings - he knows he's pissed off for sure, but sadness is something that sits very weirdly on him. It's hard to admit, hard to recognize. Murky and heavy. Sticky. It makes his skin feel rather gross.]
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Leave a little for me.
[Even if he's already had more than enough.]