[he unfolds out of that closed-up shape as he takes the book back, looking down at it thoughtfully, all the while color heading down to his neck, head warm, a little dizzy.
there's a slight pang of guilt at trust. he can't really claim to be good on trust when he's never even given out his real name, can he?
but the drawings...
he takes in a deep breath, lets it out, and sits up...and sags, letting out the tension. trust, huh.
he looks back to her, smiling small, appreciative.]
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there's a slight pang of guilt at trust. he can't really claim to be good on trust when he's never even given out his real name, can he?
but the drawings...
he takes in a deep breath, lets it out, and sits up...and sags, letting out the tension. trust, huh.
he looks back to her, smiling small, appreciative.]