[ he nods, almost to himself. he remains put, but his hand doesn't quite move from hers, even if his grip is no longer as hard or tight as before. it just sits in her hand, as if he's forgotten to pull it back. it's his own acceptance of her own offer; he supposes she doesn't want to be alone. ]
What does Raven Reyes even do when she's not making bullets? [ he looks at her, then. he finds himself changing from being uncertain and a fish out of water to still being a fish out of water but somewhat comfortable. ]
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What does Raven Reyes even do when she's not making bullets? [ he looks at her, then. he finds himself changing from being uncertain and a fish out of water to still being a fish out of water but somewhat comfortable. ]