[ Heine doesn't quite move away from Eames, though the instinct is to draw into himself. He can't help being this tense. Eames isn't familiar at all yet. ]
I don't think it's going to fail.
[ Heine tilts his head down slightly. He wants help. It's just hard to admit it or reach out for a hand. ]
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I don't think it's going to fail.
[ Heine tilts his head down slightly. He wants help. It's just hard to admit it or reach out for a hand. ]
Yeah. I think I'm ready.