[ It has the desired effect. The helmet's off and he feels- well. Better seeing Locus- Sam's face behind the helmet. How this has rattled him, that he can be rattled and this is a moment. An important one. Sucks that he has no idea how he wants to handle it. Coming over here was supposed to be a simple 'not talk about shit' and here they are, talking about shit.
Slow as anything he nudges Luna to the sofa she he can stand and stare up at Locus, eye flicking over his face. Probing for guilt. ]
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Slow as anything he nudges Luna to the sofa she he can stand and stare up at Locus, eye flicking over his face. Probing for guilt. ]
What, I get a free swing?