[ A moment passes where he internally balks— how can she tell— but he elects, wisely, to play it cool. Meaning, he doesn't lean back or flinch visibly, and instead meets her gaze steadily...
...or, as steadily as he can while feeling nauseous. This is strange, he hasn't been sick like this in ages. ]
...Is there something on my face.
[ He looks a little paler than usual, yeah, but he tucks his collar over his face to compensate. ]
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...or, as steadily as he can while feeling nauseous. This is strange, he hasn't been sick like this in ages. ]
...Is there something on my face.
[ He looks a little paler than usual, yeah, but he tucks his collar over his face to compensate. ]