[As usual, he's not quite sure how to deal with being thanked. And so he just... shrugs his shoulders, as usual.]
I mean.... we didn't really do much and I'm sure it ain't gonna be the only time any of us need that kinda thing. But we're a team, right?
[That's how he's more comfortable of thinking about it. Out loud, at least. Back home, he was part of a team with SEES to eradicate shadows... and here, he'd found his own team, each of them looking out for one another with everything Aefenglom would throw at them, from dumb transformations and mental states to even just filling the time.
Maybe one day he'll admit that all that is basically the definition of friendship.
Her hand is incredibly small in his, sure-- but he's not stupid enough to doubt the strength there, having seen her pull off any number of impressive feats. From leaping and jumping great distances, to stepping in and watching Shinjiro's back during the fight with Rean, to her clean, professional-quality actions down in the black market, everything Fie did spoke to a lazy sort of strength, waiting in the wings.
But the contact is lost almost as soon as it began, and he can't keep back a small, amused smirk at the way she confidently throws on his coat, despite the overly-large shoulders and the length of it on her.]
With any luck, it ain't full of spiders and rats. [He speaks off hand as he follows to the door, reaching ahead to try the knob-- which, as expected, easily turns to open the door.] ...Well, either it's empty, or someone doesn't know how to use a lock. Anyway, go on ahead.
[Is it chivalry or just letting her take the fall if necessary. Unsure.]
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I mean.... we didn't really do much and I'm sure it ain't gonna be the only time any of us need that kinda thing. But we're a team, right?
[That's how he's more comfortable of thinking about it. Out loud, at least. Back home, he was part of a team with SEES to eradicate shadows... and here, he'd found his own team, each of them looking out for one another with everything Aefenglom would throw at them, from dumb transformations and mental states to even just filling the time.
Maybe one day he'll admit that all that is basically the definition of friendship.
Her hand is incredibly small in his, sure-- but he's not stupid enough to doubt the strength there, having seen her pull off any number of impressive feats. From leaping and jumping great distances, to stepping in and watching Shinjiro's back during the fight with Rean, to her clean, professional-quality actions down in the black market, everything Fie did spoke to a lazy sort of strength, waiting in the wings.
But the contact is lost almost as soon as it began, and he can't keep back a small, amused smirk at the way she confidently throws on his coat, despite the overly-large shoulders and the length of it on her.]
With any luck, it ain't full of spiders and rats. [He speaks off hand as he follows to the door, reaching ahead to try the knob-- which, as expected, easily turns to open the door.] ...Well, either it's empty, or someone doesn't know how to use a lock. Anyway, go on ahead.
[Is it chivalry or just letting her take the fall if necessary. Unsure.]