Many things are useful to me. But the fact is, the word there is "things". Things come and go. People may, too, but it isn't as if I can build a whole new you from scratch, can I?
[that's terrible and plenty of people should reconsider]
As I said, I simply think it would be nice for you to have it! That's all. Are you saying goggles aren't your style, Mr. Rex?
Do I look like goggles aren't my style? [ gives Sholmes a flat look with his own set of goggles sitting right above his forehead.
Quips aside, though, Rex...still isn't quite sure what to make of this offer, or this entire discussion as a whole. He still has a hard time believing Sholmes cares enough about him in enough capacity to offer him gifts with nothing expected in return, or treat him like someone who's irreplaceable.
He has to repeat it in his mind like a mantra: you have to try, give people a chance, you have to try, give people a chance...
Even if it feels like teetering on the edge of a precipice. It's okay, he tells himself. What's the worst Sholmes could do to him anyway, for accepting some old goggles? It's fine. It should be fine.
Eventually, he closes his eyes, lets out a deep breath, and then...scoffs, crossing his arms smugly. ]
Psh, fine. If you want me to have it so bad, I'll take it. But you know this is a downgrade from anything I could make, right?
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But...why? You could just as easily take the goggles back if they're so useful to you.
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[that's terrible and plenty of people should reconsider]
As I said, I simply think it would be nice for you to have it! That's all. Are you saying goggles aren't your style, Mr. Rex?
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Quips aside, though, Rex...still isn't quite sure what to make of this offer, or this entire discussion as a whole. He still has a hard time believing Sholmes cares enough about him in enough capacity to offer him gifts with nothing expected in return, or treat him like someone who's irreplaceable.
He has to repeat it in his mind like a mantra: you have to try, give people a chance, you have to try, give people a chance...
Even if it feels like teetering on the edge of a precipice. It's okay, he tells himself. What's the worst Sholmes could do to him anyway, for accepting some old goggles? It's fine. It should be fine.
Eventually, he closes his eyes, lets out a deep breath, and then...scoffs, crossing his arms smugly. ]
Psh, fine. If you want me to have it so bad, I'll take it. But you know this is a downgrade from anything I could make, right?