[ He stiffened, slightly, at the implication, Nelson's fingers grazing against the dark cloth that kept Hooded Justice sequestered from the rest of the world. As if the implication was enough to make him wish to retreat. He relaxed, when Nelson's fingers drifted back down.
His arm shifted, only slightly, giving him a touch more mobility, drifting down lower. ]
That can be fixed. [ Like stone, he was resolute in that. It was will that kept him going, couldn't it work for others the same way? Even still, that wasn't the real subject, and his fingers danced a touch lower, hooded head tipping down slightly, even if he couldn't catch much of a sight of Nelson, with the way he was burying himself into HJ's chest. ]
Speaking is not something I do much of. [ He finally broached the true subject, actually verbalizing a discomfort and inability to actually open up in a way that he'd never done before. ] There isn't much for me to say.
no subject
His arm shifted, only slightly, giving him a touch more mobility, drifting down lower. ]
That can be fixed. [ Like stone, he was resolute in that. It was will that kept him going, couldn't it work for others the same way? Even still, that wasn't the real subject, and his fingers danced a touch lower, hooded head tipping down slightly, even if he couldn't catch much of a sight of Nelson, with the way he was burying himself into HJ's chest. ]
Speaking is not something I do much of. [ He finally broached the true subject, actually verbalizing a discomfort and inability to actually open up in a way that he'd never done before. ] There isn't much for me to say.