[He rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at the parcel again. Some of that tension in his shoulders had given way to a slump, his expression just bordering on sheepish.]
... Come on inside, then.
[He didn't know what else to do with that, turning to get the door for her.]
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... Come on inside, then.
[He didn't know what else to do with that, turning to get the door for her.]