[His hand is warm and welcoming, hardened by callouses from his racket. She gently squeezes his hand as they approach his old house together. It really wasn't that long ago, it just feels like it at this moment.]
No, I guess not. I've seen your room back at home.
[Her room isn't much better. In fact, it's practically the same. But she tries her best to keep it light, getting playful jabs in when she can. Even if she feels down and not like herself, she doesn't want him to feel that way.]
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No, I guess not. I've seen your room back at home.
[Her room isn't much better. In fact, it's practically the same. But she tries her best to keep it light, getting playful jabs in when she can. Even if she feels down and not like herself, she doesn't want him to feel that way.]