[After being yelled at, being accused of something he didn't do, the last thing he wants to do is be alone with his thoughts. So he turns up the music a little, still listening to Elvis.]
[Trixie sits back down and makes herself comfortable, though it takes her a minute or two to get into the song. She's still a little thrown off by the request in general, but she can't say she's not happy with it.]
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Trixie, wait a moment.
Do you want to stay a while? We can listen to music?
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She tries to wipe the look of surprise off her face.]
Yeah. Yeah, that'd be nice.
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