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Aaron Jacobson {willful child} (backoff) wrote in bellumlogs,

He smiled abruptly into her apologetic look concerning her fame. It was an ill-practiced, spontaneous grin, and it suited him. No judgment there, it seemed. (It was probably almost impossible for Aaron to judge people so quickly, considering what he could do. His prejudices were usually a little deeper under the skin, and took more reaching.) He waited her explanation out, appearing to be in no great hurry, moving neither forward nor back, picking up his soda again, putting it back down, looking everywhere but at her, rocking back and forth on his heels.

When she began to speak, he looked thankfully into her face; he was having a hard time trying to find somewhere else to look. The flask got a bit of a frown. "I dunno how to tell if there's anything bad in there," he said, not moving from his doorway stance. When she mentioned it, he flushed up his neck and into his ears. "Nothing personal," he said, hurriedly. "Just a--uh. Bad habit." To prove it, he took one tiny, tiny step toward her. Check me out and how well-adjusted I am.