[ Cole notices that someone is following him, because he's good at noticing such things. It used to fill him with fear, a feeling that he shouldn't be found, but now, he can just ignore it. At least a little. He knows he sticks out when people see him, when he lets people see him, because he doesn't look like he belongs.
...But he's not used to it being this distracting.
When Mary falls, Cole is quick to be at her side, almost running there in concern. He holds out a hand that's worn and calloused, even though he's only in his late teens, but there's a clear gentility in his expression as he looks at her, which isn't something he often does. ]
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...But he's not used to it being this distracting.
When Mary falls, Cole is quick to be at her side, almost running there in concern. He holds out a hand that's worn and calloused, even though he's only in his late teens, but there's a clear gentility in his expression as he looks at her, which isn't something he often does. ]
I'm sorry. You fell because I forgot.