[ Garrot notices that she gives him just long enough to get that hand on her shoulder, just long enough for him to give the faintest squeeze, before he pulls away. It's the tap of the tail though that makes him a bit sheepish- he still wishes this was a hug. But he shouldn't do that, so he just nods at the statement of camaraderie. They'll be fine!
However her pivot into asking about his kids makes his eyes light up and his smile turn bright and genuine and filled with childlike glee. He even leans in an inch or two, because what's personal space anyway? ]
The oldest is twenty-two, the twins are seventeen, and my youngest is seven and... eight months. [ He nods excitedly, clearly just waiting for something to springboard off of. The only thing that can stop Garrot from gushing about his children until he's blue in the face is social norms, those bastards. ]
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However her pivot into asking about his kids makes his eyes light up and his smile turn bright and genuine and filled with childlike glee. He even leans in an inch or two, because what's personal space anyway? ]
The oldest is twenty-two, the twins are seventeen, and my youngest is seven and... eight months. [ He nods excitedly, clearly just waiting for something to springboard off of. The only thing that can stop Garrot from gushing about his children until he's blue in the face is social norms, those bastards. ]