[;ldk;lk he splutters and flushes, ducks his head just slightly and scrubs at his cheek with his fingers, not sure whether to apologize for calling it a robot leg or not - that was kind of an asshole thing to call it, and he's reminded of his conversation with Bran for a second - but at the same time he kind of wants to, now that she's told him that Takeshi both called it that and endorsed it.
Not that he has time to decide on a course of conversation before she steers them elsewhere. And then he really has no clue what to say or how he even feels about it (a lot of things) so he blinks there with his brows knit only the tiniest bit and his mouth slightly parted, then starts chewing on his lip again.
Begins to shake his head - he doesn't think she has to apologize - stops and twists his mouth because brushing it off is an asshole move too.]
Don't... hafta be sorry, [is what he finally goes with, reaching for her hand again without looking because he's busy studying her reaction.]
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Not that he has time to decide on a course of conversation before she steers them elsewhere. And then he really has no clue what to say or how he even feels about it (a lot of things) so he blinks there with his brows knit only the tiniest bit and his mouth slightly parted, then starts chewing on his lip again.
Begins to shake his head - he doesn't think she has to apologize - stops and twists his mouth because brushing it off is an asshole move too.]
Don't... hafta be sorry, [is what he finally goes with, reaching for her hand again without looking because he's busy studying her reaction.]