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 He nodded slowly, in a way that denoted resonance, not politeness, but did not say anything more in response. Instead, he finished his glass of water and ran a fingertip along the rim, idly glancing down at it, but without any real interest.
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+She felt as though she had talked his ear off without ever rejoining the subject about the possibility of teaching her. Leila just did not have the bravery to bring it up a second time. Instead, she too allowed their conversation to lapse into silence. Eyes occasionally looked at him in what was a somewhat awkward ish quiet for her, but she didn't know what else to say to him.
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+After running the flow of conversation through his head another five times, he tapped a finger against the glass, so lightly that it wasn't audible even in this spartan room, where most small sounds amplified themselves through echoes. "I don't mind teaching you," he finally volunteered. "We're all up here to make Mars a better place, knowledge sharing improves everyone's odds." There was no added tension in his voice - it was said quite mundanely, as though he weren't suggesting to break the law, but simply making an observation.
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+Their weird silence continued until he broke it with the words that she hoped to hear. Perking up a little, she looked at him with quiet interest, listening to how he phrased everything. "We are," she said in agreement, a surety in her voice. "A better Mars for everyone... I... Well, thanks, Mateo. I'd hug you if I thought it wouldn't be so awkward." A little joke about her own weird lack of social skills. Brightening at this confirmed prospect that she could learn sorcery, she smileed at him. "Thank you... That's what I should've said. Thank you."