[ John clasps him on the shoulder, and hmms in interest, trying to puzzle out what's happening beneath the surface. He can read bodies, but Pthumerian magic is a black box to him. ]
Nothing, eh?
[ He takes Martin's still hand, rubs his palm with the pad of his thumb as though trying to bring warmth and life back to someone literally frozen. It is an objectively awkward way to meet a guy. ]
I get that we're hitting the month of, what, loyalty and a sad statue, but this seems a little literal.
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Nothing, eh?
[ He takes Martin's still hand, rubs his palm with the pad of his thumb as though trying to bring warmth and life back to someone literally frozen. It is an objectively awkward way to meet a guy. ]
I get that we're hitting the month of, what, loyalty and a sad statue, but this seems a little literal.