[ Saul's making fun of him, he's pretty sure. And that means he probably should be mad; he should feel embarrassed or cowed or even just put off, right now. By him, by everything about being here.
Instead he settles on a grin, once he's cycled through open-mouthed silence and a weird sense of grudging admiration. It's small and a little sheepish, but it's there. ]
So that’s where the breeze came from. [ If angels are leaving their windows open. ]
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Instead he settles on a grin, once he's cycled through open-mouthed silence and a weird sense of grudging admiration. It's small and a little sheepish, but it's there. ]
So that’s where the breeze came from. [ If angels are leaving their windows open. ]
Okay, you got me.