[He's obviously still resistant, judging by the way his fingers dig, but there's no verbal demand to stop her or any actual reach for her hands. There is a dangerous sort of venom in his green eye in particular. Its much more obviously artificial when the latches come loose, as it doesn't move from Nisha's face.
He knows what is under the mask. He had checked for so long in hopes that it would heal on its own, but it never had. Not even skin grafts would've fixed the horrid brand, and his eye -- well.
He won't understand her curiosity, so he doesn't try. He'll just get mad...more mad. He twists his nails the second he feels like she's looking at him for too long.]
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He knows what is under the mask. He had checked for so long in hopes that it would heal on its own, but it never had. Not even skin grafts would've fixed the horrid brand, and his eye -- well.
He won't understand her curiosity, so he doesn't try. He'll just get mad...more mad. He twists his nails the second he feels like she's looking at him for too long.]
Can we move on?