[That's a little too familiar, but he's broken out of that space before. And they wouldn't be strangers for long if he would exchanged names, exchanged stories. It's a good thing this is all in the exposition text, Betty's mad enough as it is.]
What can I say, the strays come to me. Find me a tissue sample and I'll see what I can cook up.
I'm kidding. I don't think there's space.
[She shouldn't have to clarify. She doesn't know how to talk to him at all, and that's disturbing. It's email, so there's no point in signing off anyway. This feels much more casual, which is apparently what they're trying this time. Like they're starting over: same course, new landmines. But she coaxed him out once, and she'll do it again if he'll just keep replying. Please, please don't go again.]
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What can I say, the strays come to me. Find me a tissue sample and I'll see what I can cook up.
I'm kidding. I don't think there's space.
[She shouldn't have to clarify. She doesn't know how to talk to him at all, and that's disturbing. It's email, so there's no point in signing off anyway. This feels much more casual, which is apparently what they're trying this time. Like they're starting over: same course, new landmines. But she coaxed him out once, and she'll do it again if he'll just keep replying. Please, please don't go again.]