[ By this point he's really just fidgeting with the cloth, folding it one way, the other, pulling at the material, running fingertips along the edge. He doesn't want to look up, doesn't want to move away from the counter - it's grounding, her hand on his arm is grounding, everything's grounding and he's worried if he moves and doesn't have any of those grounding presences, even for a moment, he'll wake up and suddenly realize he was somewhere else all along. ] Oh I don't doubt you will.
[ He's quiet again, listening to that part. Still fidgeting, but listening, and that's finally something he feels like he can accept. Whether it's because she worded it well or he suddenly changed his mind about things or what, but he can accept that. ] Yeah, okay. [ Finally a sideways glance at her, even if it's brief. ] I trust you.
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[ He's quiet again, listening to that part. Still fidgeting, but listening, and that's finally something he feels like he can accept. Whether it's because she worded it well or he suddenly changed his mind about things or what, but he can accept that. ] Yeah, okay. [ Finally a sideways glance at her, even if it's brief. ] I trust you.