[ —Yeah, he could've caught her hand, probably, but while there's a minute jerk in his shoulder, he doesn't try it — letting her, instead. After a beat, he relaxes, and his lips curve up. ]
...Yeah. Like my hair. Yours, too.
[ But he's got the gray eyes, so he actually has a pretty good idea of which of the profiles is his. The height/weight and hair/eye color are one of the few parts of it that appear to be in any kind of language he can read. ]
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...Yeah. Like my hair. Yours, too.
[ But he's got the gray eyes, so he actually has a pretty good idea of which of the profiles is his. The height/weight and hair/eye color are one of the few parts of it that appear to be in any kind of language he can read. ]