[ He would have preferred being made fun of, in all honesty, more than silence and unreadable thoughts and uncertain gestures like this piece of gauze that Maverick hands to him and he takes, also digging out a handful of bandaids from his own pockets and uses his hand and teeth to tear open a couple and slap them down on the edges of the gauze like pieces of tape, and then he rolls down his sleeves.
Jumps to his feet, grabs his jar of bees, and forces himself to smile with his own facial muscles instead of with an illusion. ]
Alright! Thanks for the help. I'm going to go now.
[ His voice, when it's not being artificially cheerful, is quiet and weak but whatever. He's going to run away. ]
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Jumps to his feet, grabs his jar of bees, and forces himself to smile with his own facial muscles instead of with an illusion. ]
Alright! Thanks for the help. I'm going to go now.
[ His voice, when it's not being artificially cheerful, is quiet and weak but whatever. He's going to run away. ]