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Even I still get homesick, sometimes.

That's-- Okay, I get that this job is not your typical nine-to-fiver, but a little sister, Arthur!

A younger sister; she's not exactly little anymore.

And I said it was a hard decision. I do miss her.

And what about her? She must really miss you, too.

Maybe she does.

[Sigh. She's going to hug him now, and tell him, quietly, with zero sharpness behind her words,]

You're an idiot.

*doesn't react for a moment, then puts an arm around her shoulders and squeezes lightly*

Perhaps.