( It's not that bad yet — or at least that's what he's telling himself, even if it's not... strictly true. It's obvious in the bruised lines under his eyes, in the obvious slight drop of mental ping between her speaking and his answer. Obvious in the rusty sound of his voice, and he's got to clear his throat to answer her properly after the first word. )
Ah... yeah, looks to be so.
( He scrubs a hand over his face. Rubs at his eyes for a tic, and then lets his hand drop away. )
You got the, ah...?
( He holds his hands up to demonstrate.
Your hands, too?
Seems to be the connecting trait among everyone he's run into. )
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Ah... yeah, looks to be so.
( He scrubs a hand over his face. Rubs at his eyes for a tic, and then lets his hand drop away. )
You got the, ah...?
( He holds his hands up to demonstrate.
Your hands, too?
Seems to be the connecting trait among everyone he's run into. )