slight stiff in shoulders. blinking once, twice, then looking off. a small knit in brows, as their fingers reach up to toy with own strands of hair that rested upon chest.
“im telling you— it’s really nothing. don’t go worrying your head over it.”
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cogs finally start turning again in that noggin of his, and he actually worries a bit. shuffling so he's right in front of them, he pushes his face closer to theirs.
❛ you sure ﹖ are you feeling okay ﹖ can i help ﹖ ❜
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