Harold jogged to catch up, and the knot in his stomach unwound slightly. As much as he couldn't deal with Spottacus, he didn't actually want to be alone. He couldn't take a crying woman at the best of times.
Scotty was the furthest thing from a crying woman he could think of, and a friendly face to boot.
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Harold jogged to catch up, and the knot in his stomach unwound slightly. As much as he couldn't deal with Spottacus, he didn't actually want to be alone. He couldn't take a crying woman at the best of times.
Scotty was the furthest thing from a crying woman he could think of, and a friendly face to boot.
"I meant to thank you again."