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"Nophica’s teats,” Guydelot swore, shaking his head at the memory. “I swear to the Twelve, if you go off and write in your journal about how you’re feeling right, I’m going to be so pissed.”
“What?” Sanson said, lifting the arm he had thrown over his eyes to squint at him. He stared at Guydelot’s face for a moment, blinking several times before saying, “Guydelot? Are you crying?”
“No,” Guydelot lied.
Or: Guydelot has a moment because he's overwhelmed with ~emotion~
