[He stutters at the mention, not in speech but in motion. His hands cover each other quickly, trying a variety of movements and yet nothing seems to hide it. His smile grows strained and he wets his lips as he weighs his options. Telling a lie would only become a burden so, reluctantly, he chooses the truth.]
It's a gift. [He fidgets with it.] From Robin. He [a deep breath] gave it to me before you arrived. I took an oath to always wear it.
[Steeling himself, he looks up to Oren with a wan smile while his fingers curl into the fabric of his pants.]
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Date: 2015-05-08 02:22 am (UTC)It's a gift. [He fidgets with it.] From Robin. He [a deep breath] gave it to me before you arrived. I took an oath to always wear it.
[Steeling himself, he looks up to Oren with a wan smile while his fingers curl into the fabric of his pants.]