[ The earnestness in Hickey's face slips, at first a little bit, replaced by a deepening bewilderment as Irving goes on, and goes on, and...goes on some more. At I'm so proud of you, his gaze flicks to the door, and then back, seized as he is by the sudden urge to bolt. He hadn't thought that that would work, and—what's he meant to do with this?
His gaze drops on Irving's hand, settled over his own. He's too thrown off to tug it away. There are a number of things he can say, here, but he fumbles for the first thing that had stuck in his mind. ]
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His gaze drops on Irving's hand, settled over his own. He's too thrown off to tug it away. There are a number of things he can say, here, but he fumbles for the first thing that had stuck in his mind. ]
'Only once?'