[There's a hand, lifting as she turns, already lightly wrapping her wrist with just enough grip to be a steadying force. The young man its attached to has something steadying about him, too - an innate kind of balance - and although he looks concerned there's no fear in the way he meets her eyes and the fires that burn there.]
Well, that's a better sentiment than the reverse.
[Dick keeps his voice soft, a matching hint of a smile edging at the corners of his mouth. There's a quiet assessment going on under the reassurance, but that doesn't make it any less genuine. A three-legged puppy loitering round his heels trots ahead to greet her, the leash twisting round her leg.]
Even if you look like it might not have worked out that way. And like you might want to sit down, for a minute.
[He gestures to the cluster of chairs around a stand across the way. Some of them are antique, elegant and delicately restored, and others have slots for ropes and chains. The duality of duplicity.]
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Well, that's a better sentiment than the reverse.
[Dick keeps his voice soft, a matching hint of a smile edging at the corners of his mouth. There's a quiet assessment going on under the reassurance, but that doesn't make it any less genuine. A three-legged puppy loitering round his heels trots ahead to greet her, the leash twisting round her leg.]
Even if you look like it might not have worked out that way. And like you might want to sit down, for a minute.
[He gestures to the cluster of chairs around a stand across the way. Some of them are antique, elegant and delicately restored, and others have slots for ropes and chains. The duality of duplicity.]
My name's Dick.