the owner of them is very solid, sinclair is realizing. he's also realizing that some of those loose threads of awkwardness have tied together into the form of something else, the name of it shifting. the smile he gives is in time with the way he moves to return the hug — tiny, light and a little shy, still, but present all the same. like hong lu's hand on his back, or the slightest curl of sinclair's fingers against the fabric of his clothes.
so he met don quixote first. mm, she would beat him to it. ]
It's almost like a tackle, isn't it? You might knock me over if you tried that.
[ he's so much taller for him to try her back hugging? sinclair remembers it from the time they first got here, which... seems even longer ago, now, in hong lu's presence. he can only imagine that the one he got was way more intense, too. ]
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the owner of them is very solid, sinclair is realizing. he's also realizing that some of those loose threads of awkwardness have tied together into the form of something else, the name of it shifting. the smile he gives is in time with the way he moves to return the hug — tiny, light and a little shy, still, but present all the same. like hong lu's hand on his back, or the slightest curl of sinclair's fingers against the fabric of his clothes.
so he met don quixote first. mm, she would beat him to it. ]
It's almost like a tackle, isn't it? You might knock me over if you tried that.
[ he's so much taller for him to try her back hugging? sinclair remembers it from the time they first got here, which... seems even longer ago, now, in hong lu's presence. he can only imagine that the one he got was way more intense, too. ]
... This is okay. I— was just surprised.
[ about a lot of things. ]