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“A conversation.” That was all Jay wanted. “Not people sitting around waiting for me to finish so they can go do what they actually want to do. An actual conversation: someone sharing their thoughts, their opinions, the odd personal detail here and there—[i]IF[/i] they’re comfortable with it.”

The display vanished with a swipe, taking the light it had cast with it. “There’s always going to be some turn-taking in conversations. I’m sorry. It’s not like I wanted to be sad either... I just... I’m tired of talking at walls, especially when I know there’s a person on the other side.”

Their gaze settled on Sirpa’s avatar. They stared deep into her eyes, and hoped.