[ he draws his knees up to his chest where he's perched on one side of the blanket and watches her as she comes into view. as ever she encompasses all of his attention wholly and immediately, his expression softening when she signs to him again. it feels like something just for him, even if that's ridiculous in a way he's aware of. she's probably as sick of the device as he is, is all, but the effort could never go unnoticed from someone who notices if she misses a button on her jumpsuit before she ever would.
rather than sign back, he simply holds up a pithy OK symbol at her expense. he's great, honestly, better than ever. after a moment, he gestures noncommittally for her to make her way inside the shoddy tent. if she wants to. ]
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rather than sign back, he simply holds up a pithy OK symbol at her expense. he's great, honestly, better than ever. after a moment, he gestures noncommittally for her to make her way inside the shoddy tent. if she wants to. ]