[The door snaps closed enough to brace as a shield when she shrieks. But the impact he expects never happens, and when he hears his name in the silence that follows, he chances to crack the door open again, eyes still at the floor more than they are at her.]
Not... [He exhales shakily.] Not at the expense of your own, Dorothy, I promise.
[A beat, another exhale, and he looks towards her with an exhausted concern.]
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Not... [He exhales shakily.] Not at the expense of your own, Dorothy, I promise.
[A beat, another exhale, and he looks towards her with an exhausted concern.]
...Are you alright?