[ He smiles a bit more gently then, letting his hands drop to clasp the letters he'd been reading in front of him between them. Unlike in the dream he doesn't have gloves (yet). So it's easy to see how one hand's human—and the left red, plated, and most certainly not, a black cross appearing to be etched into the back of his hand. ]
...Alright I suppose. [ He won't pry or call her out if she doesn't want to say it out loud, how she actually feels.
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...Alright I suppose. [ He won't pry or call her out if she doesn't want to say it out loud, how she actually feels.
But it doesn't mean he can't relate, either. ]
It's still a scary sort of situation, isn't it?