It's not a large motion, like pulling away or recoiling from contact; it's a small tensing in her shoulder, a slight roll back and down, unused to the weight. He's close enough that she can smell the faint trace of motor oil on him, dust, and she feels both small and not small enough for this moment.
Her gaze drifts to the side. ]
Yeah. [Almost as long as I've been a Signer, she thinks, but doesn't say, trying instead to relax. ] Me, too.
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It's not a large motion, like pulling away or recoiling from contact; it's a small tensing in her shoulder, a slight roll back and down, unused to the weight. He's close enough that she can smell the faint trace of motor oil on him, dust, and she feels both small and not small enough for this moment.
Her gaze drifts to the side. ]
Yeah. [ Almost as long as I've been a Signer, she thinks, but doesn't say, trying instead to relax. ] Me, too.
How long have you been here?