[ The flicker of...what is that, confusion? in her eyes begs a question or two, but she beats him to the punch.
For the first time in forever he feels self-conscious, aware of the itch climbing his spine from the new, utilitarian clothes they gave him; a crisp grey shirt and black pants that replaced the ruined, blood-soaked ones he'd arrived in. ]
Long story. [ Pausing, disliking the silence, he glances away, gruffly warning her, ] You won't like it.
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For the first time in forever he feels self-conscious, aware of the itch climbing his spine from the new, utilitarian clothes they gave him; a crisp grey shirt and black pants that replaced the ruined, blood-soaked ones he'd arrived in. ]
Long story. [ Pausing, disliking the silence, he glances away, gruffly warning her, ] You won't like it.