[ When she reaches for his wrist, he comes to stop, standing there with gaze lingering on the floor. Not like he can see much of it to begin with aside from what light is offered from his lantern on the floor, but. Still. ]
It's fine. [ Well, not really. ] It's just...
[ And he puffs out a sigh. He's not even really sure what he wants to say. ]
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Date: 2019-10-27 03:16 am (UTC)It's fine. [ Well, not really. ] It's just...
[ And he puffs out a sigh. He's not even really sure what he wants to say. ]
...I don't know.