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Nodding, he walked over to the box for art stuff and lifted it. "You can take whatever you want, actually. I can always get more in work, it's not a problem," he told her, poking about in the few things that were already in the box to see what she had, "or order you in some new supplies if you'd rather?"

He stood where he was, still busying himself with sorting out the contents of the box instead of making himself useful, and then looked over at her. "Is there much left to move out?" he asked, more than a bit oblivious to what his surroundings were like. "Any heavy stuff you'll need moving? Do you have enough boxes? Again, I can get some from work."

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