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Daxon listened as she began telling him about her life, and it didn't sound bad at all, until they got about half way through, that's when he realized he asked her the wrong question. He sighed as she finished and began to cry, wondering to himself how he managed to screw up so badly. "Oh... Well I'm sorry to hear that Tiff." He murmured softly, wincing as she scolded herself and he rubbed his forearm uncomfortably, not too great when it comes to emotions and women combined in one. "It's alright though, no use in beating yourself up over it right? You couldn't do anything to change it, im sure you miss him." He added with a very small smile, hoping she would take that for what it is.




















