[ He still fidgets habitually, but when Mary speaks, Cole looks up again, showing his face with less shyness, though he's so surprised that it's almost like she had struck him. His fidgeting stops, and though there's still that sort of tone of uncertainty in his voice, it's also mixed with something very genuinely touched. ]
You... would like to be my friend?
[ He has to question it, because it's surprising to him. Even with the warmth that some people in the Inquisition had shown him, it's still not so long ago that he was lost and lonely in the dark with only one person to even be able to see him. ]
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You... would like to be my friend?
[ He has to question it, because it's surprising to him. Even with the warmth that some people in the Inquisition had shown him, it's still not so long ago that he was lost and lonely in the dark with only one person to even be able to see him. ]