[ dextera looks at the bag, and he gets bumped while he’s doing that and meets abel with… an expression. it’s hard to say exactly what he’s feeling, as if he’s feeling so many things at once that they’ve all leveled themselves out on his face in perfect neutrality, but he’s certainly not unhappy to see abel. he even exhales a breath from his nose that, while not so much a laugh, is at least rueful acknowledgment. that’s something. ]
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[ he nods then, and although he seems to be bundling in on himself, he’s also walking close to abel. it’s a display of his own kind of concern after what happened in venera, even if he’s unable to manifest the worry he might normally when he’s already having a meltdown himself. ]
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[ he nods then, and although he seems to be bundling in on himself, he’s also walking close to abel. it’s a display of his own kind of concern after what happened in venera, even if he’s unable to manifest the worry he might normally when he’s already having a meltdown himself. ]