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"Yeah," he agrees, reluctantly turning to his meal at last. "It is." Moreso, maybe, the company. It's times like this that he stresses over what it will be like when this charade is done. He'll have to navigate doing everything alone all over again and that seems terribly... well, lonely. With a light sigh, he starts munching on his fries as well, staring a bit listlessly into space as he dips them in ketchup and sets his empty wine glass down in favor of the burger. He's not as hungry as he thought he was, but it's still satisfying, and they've certainly earned it, but he can't stop his brain from turning over and over -- or from worrying about that big picture window behind them.