[He says "we" and her relief is palpable, at least until he mentions going to France, separating them again. It's not surprising. They've drifted, sure, but only a few times, and they haven't known each other much longer than a month. There's no reason for them to be attached at the hip, and she shouldn't have expected it. She wasn't, really, she tells herself, but she can't fight the rush of disappointment. Mako nods, fingers curling in the grating again.]
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That sounds... nice.