[He tips his head at her, staring at her like she's a bug under a microscope. He doesn't realize he's doing it, wouldn't know what she was talking about if she called him on it. This is how he has always been. The world attacked him for this habit since before he can remember. But if he doesn't take people apart and find out how they work, how does he survive?]
[How is he supposed to understand her when she goes from staunchly defending people who seek power from the Fog to taking her side herself to talking about honoring those the Fog has forced her to eat to joking about wet shrines? What the hell does he do with this? He hates this. He wants to leave.]
Is that . . . good? That it's wet? Does that make a difference?
[Admittedly, sometimes awkward leans ridiculous more than tense. So that's something. For a moment, anyway.]
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[How is he supposed to understand her when she goes from staunchly defending people who seek power from the Fog to taking her side herself to talking about honoring those the Fog has forced her to eat to joking about wet shrines? What the hell does he do with this? He hates this. He wants to leave.]
Is that . . . good? That it's wet? Does that make a difference?
[Admittedly, sometimes awkward leans ridiculous more than tense. So that's something. For a moment, anyway.]