[Ah, there it is. Ned feels better already. He laughs, taking a few hasty strides forward to put the potato sack onto the horse's back and hold on casually, because there's no way Jacob is leaving him here in the goddamn wilderness.]
Maybe if you didn't talk to them. Then, I could see it... [Wear that shirt, don't say a word: perfect. He pauses.] Are you gonna help me get on the horse, or not?
[Come on, he's actually asking for help. This is astounding.]
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Maybe if you didn't talk to them. Then, I could see it... [Wear that shirt, don't say a word: perfect. He pauses.] Are you gonna help me get on the horse, or not?
[Come on, he's actually asking for help. This is astounding.]