"But it might be something," she counters, finger in the air to push her point, a reckless sort of grin threatening at each corner of her mouth. She loves getting to be this with him. Siblings in a way they don't always get to be.
"Okay, okay. Go, go, go!" She practically shoos him away. "I'll be waiting!" Normally, she might go with him, tag along like the bratty little sister she is, but she wants him to get a totally unbiased view of things, and she thinks he won't if she's right there to press her thoughts all over him.
They can meet up and compare notes again later, maybe over dinner. Maybe he's right and it's nothing.
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"It could be something." He gets up from his desk. "I'll go now. Okay?"
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They can meet up and compare notes again later, maybe over dinner. Maybe he's right and it's nothing.