[ Rex inclines his head. He had been prepared to argue the point - she really should get out, clear her head - but he hadn't anticipated the paparazzi. It's a part of this world he still isn't accustomed to, and he has difficulties remembering that some people in his life are of more interest to the public than others. (Rex has, to this point, generally evaded their attention, both through bullying the press when they approach him and through his clipped, no-nonsense demeanor that simply doesn't make for scintillating press.) ]
Inside it is.
[ He sets the bottle on her kitchen table, pausing to look around at all of the boxes. ]
Did you need help unpacking these?
[ That, at least, he could do. Everything in its place. ]
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Inside it is.
[ He sets the bottle on her kitchen table, pausing to look around at all of the boxes. ]
Did you need help unpacking these?
[ That, at least, he could do. Everything in its place. ]