Soubi's grip tightens slightly, but his newfound companion doesn't jerk away. At least there's that. His hand relaxes, but he doesn't let go; instead, he steps closer, seeing no need to have their arms outstretched if this... is the solution.
He stares at the wrist he's holding, eyebrows drawn together. Hm. His gaze flicks up. "And you're breathing fine now?"
He's talking well enough. Soubi takes a deep breath of his own and lets it go slowly, but the tightness, the pressure, is gone.
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He stares at the wrist he's holding, eyebrows drawn together. Hm. His gaze flicks up. "And you're breathing fine now?"
He's talking well enough. Soubi takes a deep breath of his own and lets it go slowly, but the tightness, the pressure, is gone.
"Well. This is inconvenient."