[Martin strongly doubts it's 'whatever,' but he doesn't know Fern well enough to actually comment, so he leaves it there and just clutches his bloody hand again, watching Fern step away. Martin stays where he is and doesn't feel compelled to follow. Thank goodness.]
I don't know. We were... talking? Does that usually help things here?
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I don't know. We were... talking? Does that usually help things here?