[ Cisco wants to be fine, to sass back that Harry doesn't have as good a grasp of time as he used to. But the words stick in his throat. He's not sure they would be welcome. He's not sure he could put enough effort into it to make the cheeriness sound convincing. ]
The papers took a while.
[ He nods at the rather rumpled stack of notes sitting on the table (which also has a dent, though it's smaller than the one on the locker), which have been taped back together as neatly as he could. Then Cisco looks down and goes back to sweeping up those fragments of glass. He did his best, but there's still some grittiness in places on the floor, where the particles of glass were too fine for the broom to catch. ]
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The papers took a while.
[ He nods at the rather rumpled stack of notes sitting on the table (which also has a dent, though it's smaller than the one on the locker), which have been taped back together as neatly as he could. Then Cisco looks down and goes back to sweeping up those fragments of glass. He did his best, but there's still some grittiness in places on the floor, where the particles of glass were too fine for the broom to catch. ]