[ It'd been equal parts irritation and concern that'd made him move so quickly, and another time he'd have laughed at the joke - it's exactly his sense of humor - but right now he just gives a soft huff as he keeps moving forward.
There's anger in the set of his jaw, movement tightly contained and purposeful in order to prevent his physical presence from coming off as hostile. He's not, he's just a little upset, and his touch is gentle as his fingers curl around Kavinsky's arm, just below the cut. There's a flare of warmth as his ability surges to life, and Sam focuses on the connection between them, widening it a little while the cut on Kavinsky's arm heals, and a similar one opens up on Sam's, just starting to scab over.
He doesn't pull his hand away as he looks back up from the cut, and he leaves the connection open, to see how much Kavinsky will give him. ]
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There's anger in the set of his jaw, movement tightly contained and purposeful in order to prevent his physical presence from coming off as hostile. He's not, he's just a little upset, and his touch is gentle as his fingers curl around Kavinsky's arm, just below the cut. There's a flare of warmth as his ability surges to life, and Sam focuses on the connection between them, widening it a little while the cut on Kavinsky's arm heals, and a similar one opens up on Sam's, just starting to scab over.
He doesn't pull his hand away as he looks back up from the cut, and he leaves the connection open, to see how much Kavinsky will give him. ]
What the hell?