[For a moment, England is silent. Which is, perhaps, better than yelling, but there's still a strangely tense aura about him.
Again, his attentions return to the silly plastic bangle. This time, he finds himself running his fingers along it. His silence draws a bit uncomfortably long as he contemplates, but eventually, he finally speaks.] Are we really...?
[But, he trails off, afraid to finish verbalising the question because then it means he might get an answer. He clears his throat and finishes lamely.] You know.
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Again, his attentions return to the silly plastic bangle. This time, he finds himself running his fingers along it. His silence draws a bit uncomfortably long as he contemplates, but eventually, he finally speaks.] Are we really...?
[But, he trails off, afraid to finish verbalising the question because then it means he might get an answer. He clears his throat and finishes lamely.] You know.