[His gaze shifts to her hands for a moment, then her face. She's not here for that? Just to see if he's alright? Or... is she getting him to drop his guard?
Is that his own fear, or wishful thinking?
God, he's so confused. But after a long moment he nods his head, glancing down at his lap. He really has no idea what to expect here.]
[Action, October 18th]
Is that his own fear, or wishful thinking?
God, he's so confused. But after a long moment he nods his head, glancing down at his lap. He really has no idea what to expect here.]