[Normally, his first instinct would be to shrink back, to keep her from being close enough to touch -- or hurt -- but this time, it was different. The closer she came, the more at ease he felt, and any of the tension and hostility that he may have held onto upon arrival now seeped away, releasing its hold on him.
He mirrored her, tilting his head as she spoke, carefully watching her movements, his eyes as sharp and calculating as ever even as his head began to feel a little fuzzy.]
It can be... sometimes.
[He leans a bit closer. There's not much space between them now, and he reaches out to lightly touch the side of her face as though it were something incredibly foreign and interesting.]
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He mirrored her, tilting his head as she spoke, carefully watching her movements, his eyes as sharp and calculating as ever even as his head began to feel a little fuzzy.]
It can be... sometimes.
[He leans a bit closer. There's not much space between them now, and he reaches out to lightly touch the side of her face as though it were something incredibly foreign and interesting.]
I'm used to being alone.