[Give it more time prompts a growl of frustration in his chest, his muscles seizing with the urge to react as they so often did. The growl is so pure and deeply filled with frustration that she might even feel its rumble in the air around him with how it vibrates on the other end of the bond.
It takes him a moment to process the rest of what she says. And so he stays still, the wheels turning in his head as he weighs the pros and cons. After this, his shoulders slowly begin to relax.]
Fine. [He trusted her ability, if he trusted nothing else.] A few hours.
[And then, as if he only just realized their proximity to one another, he slowly takes a few steps back and awkwardly shambles over toward the torn couch in the space.]
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It takes him a moment to process the rest of what she says. And so he stays still, the wheels turning in his head as he weighs the pros and cons. After this, his shoulders slowly begin to relax.]
Fine. [He trusted her ability, if he trusted nothing else.] A few hours.
[And then, as if he only just realized their proximity to one another, he slowly takes a few steps back and awkwardly shambles over toward the torn couch in the space.]