[Moody Blues raises Reimi's hand, rubbing his cheek against her knuckles, humming a low ringing sound in affection. For Abbacchio's part, he squeezes her hand and clears his throat, like he's trying not to get too emotional and sort of fails.]
Thanks. I'll, uh-- I still... [He doesn't know, but.] I'll give it my all.
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Thanks. I'll, uh-- I still... [He doesn't know, but.] I'll give it my all.