[ He'll settle down at that, one hand coming down first to steady himself as he folds his legs underneath him. He doesn't pick it up at first, not until he makes the connection with that first time he'd seen your mask drop in the Bluebell Forest, but each breath inhaled is a sharper this time around.
A weak smile your direction as his hand seeks out yours for comfort -- and a curious look crossing his face as he breathes in a scent that brings to mind those handful of years in Vancouver. There's more of course, and the breath he exhales shakes, just a little.
Leaning in now to rest his forehead to yours. No words yet. He still feels a bit sick. ]
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A weak smile your direction as his hand seeks out yours for comfort -- and a curious look crossing his face as he breathes in a scent that brings to mind those handful of years in Vancouver. There's more of course, and the breath he exhales shakes, just a little.
Leaning in now to rest his forehead to yours. No words yet. He still feels a bit sick. ]