[His voice is still soft, meeting that gaze without a break until he decides to look forward again, taking a slow breath.] No, in fact, I don't want you to.
[There are no pockets on this stupid outfit to shove his hands into, so they hang uselessly at his side, curling into loose fists.]
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[His voice is still soft, meeting that gaze without a break until he decides to look forward again, taking a slow breath.] No, in fact, I don't want you to.
[There are no pockets on this stupid outfit to shove his hands into, so they hang uselessly at his side, curling into loose fists.]
I just want to make sure you know that.