[ He looks up at Sam for a second before letting his gaze slide to the crowd of dancers. The connection vibrates a bit with nervous energy. A hand lifts to smooth down his hair, lowering to the collar of his plain sweater like he's looking to flatten a tie that's not there. Bad habit. ]
Let's see what you got. Just don't say I didn't warn you. [ A nod, and the beginnings of a lopsided smile. His tone is good-natured, easy despite the hum of nerves. ]
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Let's see what you got. Just don't say I didn't warn you. [ A nod, and the beginnings of a lopsided smile. His tone is good-natured, easy despite the hum of nerves. ]