Instantly, at the faintest hint of censure, the little color that had begun to come back into his face washed out again and his manner changed, his eyes dropping and averting, his shoulders coming up as he eased back a step, covering it by turning to pack the Sterno away, and re-arrange the dishes he'd cleaned. "I didn't mean anything by the comment." He picked up a stack of dishes and turned, looking for where to put it, avoiding her eyes. "There is nothing wrong with it -- some people are. Some people just... do things."
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