[it's a pretty lengthy silent exchange, with Jericho still wrestling that sick-to-his-stomach sensation that came in waves as he assessed reality and wrestled against an uncomfortably vivid imagination of what might come.
he tenses up at the movement, holding his next breath. when nothing happens, he lets it out. so, less scared...more confused. it's not a monster...or it's just not hungry.
it's kind of acting like a dog, isn't it?
he swallowed, wincing a little around the eyes, and stretched out his hand ever-so-slowly. that's what people do to meet dogs, right? he's somewhat sure...]
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he tenses up at the movement, holding his next breath. when nothing happens, he lets it out. so, less scared...more confused. it's not a monster...or it's just not hungry.
it's kind of acting like a dog, isn't it?
he swallowed, wincing a little around the eyes, and stretched out his hand ever-so-slowly. that's what people do to meet dogs, right? he's somewhat sure...]