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[ Looking up from his hand and through a veil of tousled hair, he knows who that voice belongs to and is rather surprised to hear it. He's not too sure he wants to see her right now, for obvious reasons. He'd figured the feeling was mutual, but apparently not.
Tiredly, he combs back his hair but doesn't look her way. ] If this is a ploy to kill me, you really don't have to go to such lengths. [ He does sit a little straighter on the edge of the bed. ]