(She's as surprised as he is, but mostly with how he went from moping to somewhat alive again. The concern slowly morphs into a similar shine on her look, and she doesn't know how to express her relief other than a roll of her eyes. Close is distant, distant is close, all that.)
It's my day, and I choose what I think of the company. Can I stay?
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It's my day, and I choose what I think of the company. Can I stay?
(Please.)