And there it is. Jon tries to play it off as best as he possibly can, but he can't help the way that his hand tightens against the edge of the counter, that subtle tightening of muscles of a trod-upon nerve.
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that I'm not looking to sell it. I understand your... connection to it, and I can appreciate that much, but---"
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Date: 2025-01-28 11:09 pm (UTC)"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that I'm not looking to sell it. I understand your... connection to it, and I can appreciate that much, but---"