[ Cary responds the way that he always does: with a smile and the barest duck of a nod. (Well, the way that he always does with Cherry Darling. He's always perfectly polite, yes, but he takes a few extra steps for those that he cares for, and, as it happens, she's one of them. She gets the knowing glance, the fleeting smile, little things that are hard to grasp but, at the end of the day, add up to more than he'd necessarily outright admit.)
He smiles, nods, and lets his hand slip from the back of the chair, stepping around the table to pull out his own chair. ]
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He smiles, nods, and lets his hand slip from the back of the chair, stepping around the table to pull out his own chair. ]
Not too much at all.