He wasn't expecting the handholding at all, so he stares at the point of contact with a vague expression of incomprehension. That look lingers, before he seems to understand the implication and the sentiment, and he tugs his arm back with a slight undertone of embarrassment— not embarrassed by Oona, but mostly at himself for being so momentarily unguarded. ]
They won't be able to say that I didn't try.
[ Rude Eel... but whatever, he's stuck and he's not going to overcomplicate that notion by being overly dour about it. ]
...Come on. You want to touch the sharks, don't you.
[ He coughs, just to deflect from his own sheepishness. He's so obvious... ]
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He wasn't expecting the handholding at all, so he stares at the point of contact with a vague expression of incomprehension. That look lingers, before he seems to understand the implication and the sentiment, and he tugs his arm back with a slight undertone of embarrassment— not embarrassed by Oona, but mostly at himself for being so momentarily unguarded. ]
They won't be able to say that I didn't try.
[ Rude Eel... but whatever, he's stuck and he's not going to overcomplicate that notion by being overly dour about it. ]
...Come on. You want to touch the sharks, don't you.
[ He coughs, just to deflect from his own sheepishness. He's so obvious... ]