( Unfortunately for them both, the movement was a reflex he's yet to wean himself from. He has no power to speak off, and for a moment he simply looks angry. With himself, with this situation, with everything that has gone wrong in his pitiful life up to this point.
Her voice breaks him out from those thoughts, and while his expression doesn't soften, it does turn quizzical. His hand drops to his side, clenching into a fist. )
I'm sorry?
( Better to pretend he doesn't know what she means. )
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Her voice breaks him out from those thoughts, and while his expression doesn't soften, it does turn quizzical. His hand drops to his side, clenching into a fist. )
I'm sorry?
( Better to pretend he doesn't know what she means. )