[ After seeing what he has, the odd jump isn't quite so odd. He's seen flesh and bone break and rend into shapes preternatural and peculiar, limbs so long that resembled more the shapes of an arachnid. He's seen more than most should, most would suppose. Staring into the maw of Hell simultaneously desensitized and warped something fundamental in him, his lack of trust more pronounced than ever had been. Could have been, once.
So, it is only because he cannot get the sense about him that he is anything but what he says he is, that he reaches up to take 9S's hand after a moment of silent deliberation, his eyes flicking once from the hand offered to where 9S's eyes would be without the material that covers them. In itself, that he cannot read the way 9S looks at him had been a factor in that pause, but – at least the deer hasn't seem to have taken notice. Yet. ]
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So, it is only because he cannot get the sense about him that he is anything but what he says he is, that he reaches up to take 9S's hand after a moment of silent deliberation, his eyes flicking once from the hand offered to where 9S's eyes would be without the material that covers them. In itself, that he cannot read the way 9S looks at him had been a factor in that pause, but – at least the deer hasn't seem to have taken notice. Yet. ]