Sans jerks with surprise, briefly, at the hand on top of his skull. But then he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, and it doesn't shake quite so much when he does. "yeah. let's go."
He buries his hands in his pockets, and then he follows behind her, already staring down at the flowers as they pass as though he can work out their purpose by sheer force of will alone.
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Date: 2016-03-26 09:02 pm (UTC)He buries his hands in his pockets, and then he follows behind her, already staring down at the flowers as they pass as though he can work out their purpose by sheer force of will alone.