[ For one reason or another, his eyes flood with tears, and he has to blink rapidly, looking away. He doesn't actually cry, but dang, he seems close. Beau will just get this immense, intense surge of mixed emotions: gratitude, happiness, grief, confusion. It's a lot.
He swallows, blinking a few more times, and then ventures: ]
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He swallows, blinking a few more times, and then ventures: ]
... yeah. I ... think you're right about that.
[ sniff. ]