[That gentle touch, as well as her reassurance, has what was left of his anxiety fading. He nods, gaze softening.]
T-thank you…
[His whisper is grateful, too. That she wouldn’t pry. Most people would - he was sure his sister would want to know why he didn’t like music anymore, if he had let out that particular peep around her. But Frieda was willing to accept his answer as it was, not pushing, and that was…
It was nice.
He mimed for her to bend down, taking the flower crown and putting it on her head with a mildly happy expression.]
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T-thank you…
[His whisper is grateful, too. That she wouldn’t pry. Most people would - he was sure his sister would want to know why he didn’t like music anymore, if he had let out that particular peep around her. But Frieda was willing to accept his answer as it was, not pushing, and that was…
It was nice.
He mimed for her to bend down, taking the flower crown and putting it on her head with a mildly happy expression.]