That makes two of us, then. [To which (for perhaps the only time thus far in Ren's long life) he acts with tact rather than brutish simplicity when he finally leans back in his seat: one arm slipping across Ilde's shoulder, coaxing her to rest against his side rather than continuing on with a straight spine and a high chin.
The cameras flash on, closer this time. He doesn't care.]
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The cameras flash on, closer this time. He doesn't care.]