[ allison follows scott's gaze with a frown, catching onto the sight of the disappearing nails. the fact that he can push it back should quell her worries, but if he's losing control for it to happen in the first place -- well, it isn't a promising sign.
she hesitates slightly before reaching out and taking scott's hand in her own. maybe it'd be an idea to regret later, if any sort of potential awkwardness rose between them, but right now, she thinks that this is what scott needs; a human touch to remind him of his own humanity and to keep him grounded.
her thumb brushes across his palm and allison musters up the strength to try and sound as calm as possible. her mind is already drifting to possibilities related to their near deaths when saving their parents -- deaton had warned them of the adverse effects and allison herself had been no stranger to them (although thankfully, being in exsilium served to keep her distracted from most of them), but she can't be sure until scott confirms it. ]
no subject
she hesitates slightly before reaching out and taking scott's hand in her own. maybe it'd be an idea to regret later, if any sort of potential awkwardness rose between them, but right now, she thinks that this is what scott needs; a human touch to remind him of his own humanity and to keep him grounded.
her thumb brushes across his palm and allison musters up the strength to try and sound as calm as possible. her mind is already drifting to possibilities related to their near deaths when saving their parents -- deaton had warned them of the adverse effects and allison herself had been no stranger to them (although thankfully, being in exsilium served to keep her distracted from most of them), but she can't be sure until scott confirms it. ]
You can tell me, Scott.