[ step 1 to escaping the Score, apparently: get pulled into two furries' idea of a murdergame
but he knows just as little as his replica does about how to deal with an embrace out of nowhere. Ion allows himself to be held, his shoulders stiffening for the slightest moment before going lax, but otherwise hardly responds at all.
In the end he only bows his head that much more as he slowly brings one arm up to reach around her and attempt to- loosely- return the embrace, murmuring lowly: ]
Please, don't cry for us. This was set in stone, long before you knew us.
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but he knows just as little as his replica does about how to deal with an embrace out of nowhere. Ion allows himself to be held, his shoulders stiffening for the slightest moment before going lax, but otherwise hardly responds at all.
In the end he only bows his head that much more as he slowly brings one arm up to reach around her and attempt to- loosely- return the embrace, murmuring lowly: ]
Please, don't cry for us. This was set in stone, long before you knew us.