[That's funny. Is he supposed to laugh? He doesn't quite, but he smiles again - it's a lopsided affair that pulls one corner of his mouth up in a way that's almost charming. Her hand gets a look, like a quiet study, before he places his own in it and grips very gently.
He thinks that's right. Something pings in the back of his memory. A handshake.]
I'm R.
[He's trying not to hesitate between his words. It isn't as pronounced as it used to be, but it still takes a while for the neurons that still work to start firing properly.]
:D!
He thinks that's right. Something pings in the back of his memory. A handshake.]
I'm R.
[He's trying not to hesitate between his words. It isn't as pronounced as it used to be, but it still takes a while for the neurons that still work to start firing properly.]
Um. [R looks down, to where the book was.] Sorry.
[About... being in the way? Something like that.]