[ ...oh dear. He probably needed to... not do this... whatever this was. As it was, there was an uneasy feeling in the back of his head, whispering that maybe being this friendly was a bad idea. ]
[ He never was good at listening to whispered bad feelings, though. ]
[ He shifted his arm a bit, letting them drop so he could hold her hand instead, before inclining his head, silently asking to continue walking along the beach. ]
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[ He never was good at listening to whispered bad feelings, though. ]
[ He shifted his arm a bit, letting them drop so he could hold her hand instead, before inclining his head, silently asking to continue walking along the beach. ]