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[bigblondmotherhen]

[ He keeps pace with her, the walk easy and something that he realizes he's needed given the way things currently stand. ]

I'm not much of a plant person, but I can see what you mean.

[ He tucks his hands into his pockets then, glancing once and again at Mischief who he finds fascinating. It's... difficult to know where to begin. The Drift is a private thing, something that civilians could only grasp in the broad strokes of serving as the reason why the jaegers worked the way they did. ]

[wildofthesky]

[ She watches the way he looks kind of uneasy. She can tell that whatever it is, it's not something he's used to talking about. ]

It's all right if you can't speak about it. Some things aren't so easy to talk about. Even away from the world in which they mattered most.