[Solomon paused, pursing his lips slightly as he made a mental note to have a good long talk with Keats about what 'discretion' meant. But, seeing Saya standing in the doorway, framed by a halo of light from the living room, he couldn't help but to feel immense gratitude that she hadn't left quite just yet.
Standing there, he could only look at her, barely able to mute the loss he was anticipating.]
Action;
Standing there, he could only look at her, barely able to mute the loss he was anticipating.]
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