*The cloth is tugged free of his hands, and he finds himself walking away as though he'd been given orders from god directly. This isn't any sort of time where he wants to think this reaction through, so he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. It puts his hands where he can study them, and--... Well, the doppelganger did a number on them, that's for certain.*
*He keeps his head down while he signs.*
{He did this to get to me. If he hadn't wanted time alone, he wouldn't have done any of this.}
*His hands are shaking. He folds them into fists, and then re-extends the fingers slowly. It doesn't help.*
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Date: 2015-04-05 01:30 am (UTC)*He keeps his head down while he signs.*
{He did this to get to me. If he hadn't wanted time alone, he wouldn't have done any of this.}
*His hands are shaking. He folds them into fists, and then re-extends the fingers slowly. It doesn't help.*