[ Trahearne's a bit surprised by how the boy reaches up to grab his hand, but he soon finds himself mirroring the boy's smile. With a quiet chuckle, he lightly presses his hand into his hair, as requested.
Though he produces no warmth of his own, he has been sitting in the sun for quite a while--he wouldn't be surprised if he started to feel warmer to the undead boy. Especially since the boy was, well, cold and clammy on a normal basis.
With his free hand still gripping his pen, he writes: ]
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[ Trahearne's a bit surprised by how the boy reaches up to grab his hand, but he soon finds himself mirroring the boy's smile. With a quiet chuckle, he lightly presses his hand into his hair, as requested.
Though he produces no warmth of his own, he has been sitting in the sun for quite a while--he wouldn't be surprised if he started to feel warmer to the undead boy. Especially since the boy was, well, cold and clammy on a normal basis.
With his free hand still gripping his pen, he writes: ]
I'm glad we can talk now.