[He halts against her palm and looks down so quickly he makes himself woozy, stunned and maybe a little attracted to the notion that a 5'3" tiny girlboss with a gun strapped to her thigh just supported nearly his entire weight.]
[If his ears go pink in his tangle of curls at her rearrangement and hand on his hip, well. Maybe she won't notice.]
[He makes a wordless little sound, settling his hand on her shoulder and continuing to sway with her, feeling the pink in his ears bleed inward to stain his face as he looks at her with a little more scrutiny.] ...y'still didn't tell me what the gun on your leg is.
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[If his ears go pink in his tangle of curls at her rearrangement and hand on his hip, well. Maybe she won't notice.]
[He makes a wordless little sound, settling his hand on her shoulder and continuing to sway with her, feeling the pink in his ears bleed inward to stain his face as he looks at her with a little more scrutiny.] ...y'still didn't tell me what the gun on your leg is.