[ it isn't that the motion of pushing his hair back is completely alien, nor should it be so surprising. perhaps it is only because of the recent situations he had found himself in that it is, having existed a being without form at all or the means to wholly perceive touch.

but it is, briefly, before his expression softens and he laughs a little, sheepish at first.

until he motions to reach for the gun at his side, making a mock-scolding motion with it. ]

Way ahead of you. We either laugh or someone's going to be on cleanup crew for me this time. I'm threatening us both with a good time and I'm on break from mop up duty.

[ why are they like this. who allows them to hang out. ]