He watches his approach closely keeping a neutral facade even while his shoulders tense underneath that hand, a secret his armour keeps for him. Slowly, he turns his eyes down and although he makes great strides to keep his thoughts off his face in the end it's his eyes that betray him. Beneath the coloured hazel unease filters through drawing attention to the fact that he's yet to take a breath since that hand landed on his shoulder.

"You don't need to know." He steps back enough for that hand to slide off the metal shoulder giving him some breathing room. He pulls the metal hinges of the helmet back, this was a mistake, he should never have taken it off.

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