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You know that feeling, right? When everything is done, the papers are signed, the decision is final, but you're still standing there. Watching. Waiting. Processing. Because, after all, there is, technically, one tiny little infinitesimal nonzero chance that something unexpected is about to happen.
Hope springs eternal in the human groin.
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(Saturday evening, INT: EB and JH's hallway, each at their own bedroom doors)
JH: Welp. Goodnight.
EB: G'night.
JH: Sleep well. Cognitively reset well.
EB: Yeah, you too.
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[they both stand there motionless]
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[they both stand there motionless]
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EB: ...are you waiting for something?
JH: I... I admit, even after what we agreed on, there's some little stupid part of my brain that insists there's a nonzero chance you might just... like... shrug, and the dress just... just drops off.
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