[ There's surprise at the sudden movement, a near-flinch that makes Daniel feel embarrassingly childish for his years, but he doesn't pull his hand away from the hands that reach out for it.
It seems that Daniel's brain needs a moment to process what he's seeing here though. His mouth opens, but then closes without saying anything, like the words won't quite come just yet. Like his entire body needs a moment to slow down and calm down - just breathe, he thinks, like mister Miyagi taught him all those many years ago - before he can properly form sentences again.
At least relief rolls in like a wave, slowly dousing some of the flames fueled by worry and adrenaline. ]
.. are you alright now?
[ Those are the words that come back to him first. Maybe because they feel so natural - like a default mode of fussing that Daniel can't help but fall back into, even if he's using it on a grown man near his own age, rather than the teenagers he usually herds here.
He only barely manages to hold back the urge to pat the other down, just to make sure there's nothing wrong with him. Instead Daniel sits still, allowing his hand to stay between Chozen's own. Even if he lost the ability to sense things like body heat many months ago now, there's still something reassuring about the touch, or maybe just the fact Chozen can now move to touch him at all. ]
There's-- [ His chest feels tight as he thinks back on this same beach, on facing yet another familiar face, you sent your dogs after me, a little samurai justice--
Daniel swallows. ]
There's nothing wrong, right? Do you feel off at all?
[ Maybe he'll be able to avert his worried doe gaze in time, but not right now. There's something about having contemplated Chozen's potential death for months now, haunting him in the back of his mind like a nightmare, that all returns to pile on to Daniel at once now he's actually facing the man, looking as alive as ever. ]
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It seems that Daniel's brain needs a moment to process what he's seeing here though. His mouth opens, but then closes without saying anything, like the words won't quite come just yet. Like his entire body needs a moment to slow down and calm down - just breathe, he thinks, like mister Miyagi taught him all those many years ago - before he can properly form sentences again.
At least relief rolls in like a wave, slowly dousing some of the flames fueled by worry and adrenaline. ]
.. are you alright now?
[ Those are the words that come back to him first. Maybe because they feel so natural - like a default mode of fussing that Daniel can't help but fall back into, even if he's using it on a grown man near his own age, rather than the teenagers he usually herds here.
He only barely manages to hold back the urge to pat the other down, just to make sure there's nothing wrong with him. Instead Daniel sits still, allowing his hand to stay between Chozen's own. Even if he lost the ability to sense things like body heat many months ago now, there's still something reassuring about the touch, or maybe just the fact Chozen can now move to touch him at all. ]
There's-- [ His chest feels tight as he thinks back on this same beach, on facing yet another familiar face, you sent your dogs after me, a little samurai justice--
Daniel swallows. ]
There's nothing wrong, right? Do you feel off at all?
[ Maybe he'll be able to avert his worried doe gaze in time, but not right now. There's something about having contemplated Chozen's potential death for months now, haunting him in the back of his mind like a nightmare, that all returns to pile on to Daniel at once now he's actually facing the man, looking as alive as ever. ]