A phrase that instantly short-circuits whatever calm professionalism he was pretending to maintain. His hand is still on her arm—but now it’s hovering slightly, as if unsure if it’s allowed to still be there.
"O-oh!" he lets out a little laugh, a little too quickly. "Well, I—I try! Years of positive reinforcement theory at work, right?" He makes a lame finger-gun gesture, then winces immediately as if even he knows that was too much.
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"Good boy."
A phrase that instantly short-circuits whatever calm professionalism he was pretending to maintain. His hand is still on her arm—but now it’s hovering slightly, as if unsure if it’s allowed to still be there.
"O-oh!" he lets out a little laugh, a little too quickly. "Well, I—I try! Years of positive reinforcement theory at work, right?" He makes a lame finger-gun gesture, then winces immediately as if even he knows that was too much.
"...Sorry did I make you uncomfortable?"