There's no defect. If Tommy really searches deeply, he might feel almost a trace of another presence, lingering. A trace of another mind, connected, but very much unlike this one. A whisper, almost. Strange one.
The young man looks cautionsly at the hand, then listens, and, after a moment, utters,
"Too. Not wanting harming. Agreed."
He smiles a little, barely. It's tentative, and shaky, as if he's never used those muscles, yet. No, it's apparent that he hasn't. This is his first smile.
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Date: 2020-06-28 08:05 pm (UTC)The young man looks cautionsly at the hand, then listens, and, after a moment, utters,
"Too. Not wanting harming. Agreed."
He smiles a little, barely. It's tentative, and shaky, as if he's never used those muscles, yet. No, it's apparent that he hasn't. This is his first smile.