[He whips around to face her, eyes huge and wet. Right now . . . having someone take his hand is as alien to him as if, under ordinary circumstances, someone suddenly walked up to him and took their own face off like a mask. It's so shocking that someone else is here and engaging in a normal, tender activity like touching him that for a few beats, he can't react more than that: he only stares dumbly, lips parted in disbelief.
That's right; he's in a building with mirrors. He's standing here. He's alive—well, that's debatable, but here in the colony, he's alive.
He even knows this person, the memory filtering into his head slowly through the fog of the lingering trauma. Leon's throat works, and he tries to blink tears out of his eyes, still too confused and numb to be embarrassed about the fact that he's crying in front of a girl.]
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[He whips around to face her, eyes huge and wet. Right now . . . having someone take his hand is as alien to him as if, under ordinary circumstances, someone suddenly walked up to him and took their own face off like a mask. It's so shocking that someone else is here and engaging in a normal, tender activity like touching him that for a few beats, he can't react more than that: he only stares dumbly, lips parted in disbelief.
That's right; he's in a building with mirrors. He's standing here. He's alive—well, that's debatable, but here in the colony, he's alive.
He even knows this person, the memory filtering into his head slowly through the fog of the lingering trauma. Leon's throat works, and he tries to blink tears out of his eyes, still too confused and numb to be embarrassed about the fact that he's crying in front of a girl.]
I'm—I won't—