[There's a little nod of acceptance when she says that and doesn't pull her hand away from his, though even if she tried to he'd, well, try to let it happen. He still watches as she trails her fingers over his hand, nods along again, trying to figure out how it must've been from the other side of the wreck. Probably something like whiplash except three times over, and once again there's that guilty shameful feeling that claws at his chest and sinks his shoulders.]
Seeing someone.
[Listlessly repeated but then he actually hears it and flicks his eyes up to meet hers, question in it. Seeing someone? Though regardless of what she means - seeing people from the mask, getting help, in an alliance or dating or whatever - the answer is no. So he shakes his head.]
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Seeing someone.
[Listlessly repeated but then he actually hears it and flicks his eyes up to meet hers, question in it. Seeing someone? Though regardless of what she means - seeing people from the mask, getting help, in an alliance or dating or whatever - the answer is no. So he shakes his head.]