[ She watches him as he speaks and feels a flood of warmth inside of her chest. He's a good person, he's kind but he's also strong and she feels safe when she talks to him, like whatever direction she needs to go in he'll be there to direct it. It's surprising, really. She never imagined he'd be someone she'd want to be friends with. But then again, people always surprise her.
She lifts a hand and knocks it lightly against his arm this time. ] I'll talk to her. Thanks.
[ Tilting her head to the side. ] How old are you?
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She lifts a hand and knocks it lightly against his arm this time. ] I'll talk to her. Thanks.
[ Tilting her head to the side. ] How old are you?