[At the same time, Kennedy's eyes flit up from the ground in surprise. Very suddenly, he has to resist the crazed impulse to laugh. Two men trying to maintain formality and failing miserably. His lips tighten around a suppressed smile.]
Thank you, sir. [Not the right answer.] For the condolences, not the apology. [Also not the right answer.] It... [He stops, breathes in again as if to say something else, then lets the breath back out instead, giving up, smile utterly gone now. Then, he just says what he wants to say.]
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Thank you, sir. [Not the right answer.] For the condolences, not the apology. [Also not the right answer.] It... [He stops, breathes in again as if to say something else, then lets the breath back out instead, giving up, smile utterly gone now. Then, he just says what he wants to say.]
You're a good man, sir.