[It's funny, part of him insists. The super competent Darkling hoisted up like luggage. But hey, it's not the first time no one here got his sense of humor.]
[His head tilts. But he doesn't hesitate more than that. It's like a pull. Like someone tugged a string between them. He finds himself moving before he can really think, sitting before he's aware.]
(Can you blame me? For wondering if I'm having a dream?)
[Him, of all people.]
[Silence, stillness. And, without thinking better of it, reaches to grip the hand he'd been gestured to with. Disguise and all. Seeking something tangible.]
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[His head tilts. But he doesn't hesitate more than that. It's like a pull. Like someone tugged a string between them. He finds himself moving before he can really think, sitting before he's aware.]
(Can you blame me? For wondering if I'm having a dream?)
[Him, of all people.]
[Silence, stillness. And, without thinking better of it, reaches to grip the hand he'd been gestured to with. Disguise and all. Seeking something tangible.]