[She does that thing that classy women do where they can sit there, looking up at you, and make it seem like they're looking down at you at the bottom of their shoe. He had no idea how they did that and it was a mystery to him that he wondered if it was gender specific or classist or... something. Either way, she was definitely giving him that look now and he felt like his teacher was about to scold him. Instead, she dropped that tidbit on him and he couldn't quite keep in the scoff.]
What, like fate? Come on, you can't actually believe in that, right?
[He could go along with accepting whatever decision he made, good or bad, regardless of consequences, because it was his choice to make and he made it, but... faith? The idea that something led him here or he was destined to be somewhere or something... nah. He couldn't lean that far into it.]
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What, like fate? Come on, you can't actually believe in that, right?
[He could go along with accepting whatever decision he made, good or bad, regardless of consequences, because it was his choice to make and he made it, but... faith? The idea that something led him here or he was destined to be somewhere or something... nah. He couldn't lean that far into it.]