[Bella isn't half as worried for his childhood mental state as he apparently is. Unpack that shit, brah. Let it go.
Her head shakes at the dilemma he's made for himself, and she abandons the half-finished plate to take up both their glasses for a refill. He needs it.]
I wonder who you killed with your wee boy hands? I'm fetching us more brandy. How much?
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Her head shakes at the dilemma he's made for himself, and she abandons the half-finished plate to take up both their glasses for a refill. He needs it.]
I wonder who you killed with your wee boy hands? I'm fetching us more brandy. How much?