[Again, he frowns, because he's never been anything close to an optimist and he really doesn't believe it even if it sounds like she does. And of course with that first touch he leans right into it, tilts his head and almost slumps into it, eyes carefully watching her as she speaks. She seems so sure, and he definitely isn't - the mask itself might not but a year of constant stress and loss and literally missing part of himself - he wonders if she even knows why he asked for the half-hour but as soon as he thinks it she says that and it's immediately shoved aside.]
Told ya not to say that.
[It's almost a whisper into her hand, but instead of casting his eyes down like the first time she offered whatever he needed he keeps them on her like he's sizing her up.]
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Told ya not to say that.
[It's almost a whisper into her hand, but instead of casting his eyes down like the first time she offered whatever he needed he keeps them on her like he's sizing her up.]