[ Tch, as if he is responsible for this! But as it coincides nicely with what he was going for anyway, he gives her wrist an ungentle tug as he scoots aside to make room for her on the cot. ]
It's my greatest secret. [ Lowering his voice into a stage-whisper: ] I'm always needy.
[ Not untrue...though maybe true in more than one way. He's always needy for attention, to be the at center of anyone who orbits him...but it doesn't stop there.
Carefully, as to not jostle his amputated arm too much, he begins to lower himself onto his side on the cot, propping up on his elbow. ]
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It's my greatest secret. [ Lowering his voice into a stage-whisper: ] I'm always needy.
[ Not untrue...though maybe true in more than one way. He's always needy for attention, to be the at center of anyone who orbits him...but it doesn't stop there.
Carefully, as to not jostle his amputated arm too much, he begins to lower himself onto his side on the cot, propping up on his elbow. ]
Okay, your turn now! Spill a secret. Confess.