I'll take dulcet tones. You could sing. Can you sing? Either way you could sing.
[She reaches out, awkwardly, clumsily, to grab his arm when he drops beside her, gripping it like it's the only thing keeping her from just sinking right through the ground. It's pathetic. Like a clinging child and she hates it. But the sky feels like it might swallow her up whole and it's only a funny joke that Tony is the only person next to her.]
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[She reaches out, awkwardly, clumsily, to grab his arm when he drops beside her, gripping it like it's the only thing keeping her from just sinking right through the ground. It's pathetic. Like a clinging child and she hates it. But the sky feels like it might swallow her up whole and it's only a funny joke that Tony is the only person next to her.]